Lyrical Breakdown of You A Killer...Cool - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "You A Killer...Cool" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how 50 Cent weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "You A Killer...Cool" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
- Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that 50 Cent employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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I put the shit together, I tear the shit apart
Demolition the upper deck, I let you see the spark
Cut open your head, make your brain a landmark
Put what you're thinking on a curve, nigger, mock my word
Does the alley take it's turn be your loss
Double barrel rock's player has guitar off
You don't want it hard, nigger, I'll just go on you harder
Dog, you're stick, you're ripped, your hip stand decripped
You raise your leisure, pardon miss with the laser
You talk shit, I spit the razor.
The master mind is a must, why you know how to touch it
I plug it, planned it and execute it, dammit
You're a killer, you damn nigger, you've been working all the time
You will shoot this night too with your maneuver, with a knife
I heard it all before, I'm straight coming at you, bro
This won't be a war, I get the gun, blow your face on the floor.
I'll get you with the secret talk, nigger, all that makes you fall, nigger
Nigger I'll get the drop, yeah
Nigger, make one false move around me, I'll say fuck it, I'm right
And they've no sense of try to dug me and motherfucker I'll found him
I still go to my 50's niggers everywhere I go I face
Catch me sleeping no days, you pussy niggers no way
To stop me you will need at least a mad boy
Shoot me with a 2-5 and I'll be like "what you do that for? "
The party poppin' ain't gonna cut it
But once you cross the line, you cross the line, nigger, so fuck it
I'm build for, try to do the shit I do get paid for
Lots of blood spilt for a thief I'm still known for
Niggers wanna bump with Ferrari, probably they ain't get the memo
I got cake to show weight. My gun and money make the nigga put a mask on
Shoot a head or break a leg, put a cask on.
You're a killer, you damn nigger, you've been working all the time
You will shoot this night too with your maneuver, with a knife
I heard it all before, I'm straight coming at you, bro
This won't be a war, I get the gun, blow your face on the floor.
I'll get you with the secret talk, nigger, all that makes you fall, nigger
Nigger I'll get the drop, yeah