Lyrical Breakdown of You Ain't a Killer - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "You Ain't a Killer" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Big Pun weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "You Ain't a Killer" 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 Big Pun employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Big Pun's narrative.

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The harsh realities of life is takin' tolls Even Jesus Christ forsake my soul Please tell me what price to pay to make it home Take control, I'm makin' dough, but not enough to blow J.O.'s, they lust my flows, but aiyyo, I don't trust a soul That's all I know or need to, these evil streets'll meet you Halfway and eat you, I laugh tryin' to survive illegal I leave you lost, bounce you on the cross, rip you like a horse Sacrifice your life to a higher force Then I stomp your corpse It's the Bronx of course, recognize the accent? One of the last livin' still in action, general assassin Catchin' any wreck, blastin' any tech Smashin' any chest, passin' any test Charles Manson in the flesh Any last requests before you meet your maker? Sew what you reap a wake up Shakin' up a storm like Anita Baker I'll take you straight to hell and fill your heart with hate Incarcerate your fate in Satan's fiery lake, then I lock the gate Make no mistake, "The shit is real" as Joe We follow the killer's code When we come for you, tell me where will you go? Nowhere to run, hide, I'll find you and and silence your screams And even if you kill me I'll still be in your fuckin' dreams You ain't a killer, you still learnin' how to walk From New York to Cali, all the real niggaz carry chalk Mark you for death, won't even talk that East and West crap From Watts to Lefrak, it ain't where you're from It's where's your gat You made a grave mistake Shouldn't of come here, you changed your fate Your brains'll make the debut on the table when I raise the stakes The pain is great but only for a second It starts strong then lessens Just when you restin the Armageddon sets in Left him with so much stress, blessed him with no regrets (T.S., yes) Welcome to Hell son, the threshold of death Now face the serpent, I blaze your person You get laced for certain Even Jakes don't trace the work so close the case to curtains I'm hurtin', head severely really tryin' to bring the pain There's nuttin' mo' satisfyin' than when you cryin' screamin' my name It's not a game, it's Purple Rain, floods and bloodstains Big Pun's my thug's name, bustin' my guns, that's my love thang I split the jug' vein and snatch your Adam's Apple John Madden tackle your corpse Then hoist it on the cross at the tabernacle That'll have to hurt, I'll work your body 'til it burst Then curse tu vida like a Brujeria verse I'm worse than anything you ever been through Sick in the head and mental Essentially meant to be the soul frantic mental When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken Fakin' like you Satan, when I'm the rhymin' abomination You ain't a killer, you still learnin' how to walk From New York to Cali, all the real niggaz carry chalk Mark you for death, won't even talk that East and West crap From Watts to Lefrak, it ain't where you're from It's where's your gat You ain't a killer, you still learnin' how to walk From New York to Cali, all the real niggaz carry chalk Mark you for death, won't even talk that East and West crap From Watts to Lefrak, it ain't where you're from It's where's your gat It's hard to analyze which guys is spies, be advised people We recognize who lies, it's all in the eyes chico We read 'em and see 'em for what they are Thieves in undercover cars, takin' my picture like I'm a fuckin' star I'm up to par, my game is in a smash With half a million in the stash Passport with the gas, first name and last Ask anybody if my men are rowdy Give me the mini-shottie I body a nigga for a penny probably I'm obligated to anything if it's crime related If it shine I'll take it, still in my prime and I finally made it I hate the fact that I'm the last edition Probably a stash magician Could've went to college and been a mathematician Bad decisions kept me out the game Now I'm strictly out for cream Doin' things to fiends I doubt you'll ever dream My team's the meanest thing you ever seen Measured by the heaven's king, down to the devil's mezzanine I never screamed so loud, I'm proud to be alive Most heads died by 25, or catch a quick 3 to 5 So be advised, the streets is full of surprises It's not what crew's the livest When the survivors who's the wisest You ain't a killer, you still learnin' how to walk From New York to Cali, all the real niggaz carry chalk Mark you for death, won't even talk that East and West crap From Watts to Lefrak, it ain't where you're from It's where's your gat You ain't a killer, you still learnin' how to walk From New York to Cali, all the real niggaz carry chalk Mark you for death, won't even talk that East and West crap From Watts to Lefrak, it ain't where you're from It's where's your gat You ain't a killer