Lyrical Breakdown of Wuz Up World - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Wuz Up World" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Bone Thugs-n-Harmony weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Wuz Up World" 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 Bone Thugs-n-Harmony employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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(Intro) [Krayzie & Layzie]
No escape
Wussup world? Wussup (Hey, hey, hey)
End of days
I know it get hard out here sometimes, ya know
No escape
But you gotta keep ya head up, chest out, and chin up
End of days
With all these rumors of war n catastrophes
I stop & pray & ask God
Does it has to be
So d hard, in my hood its cuthroat
Grimy as the way we livin'
Whineo & the dope fiends occupyin' abandoned buildings
Smokin' in the alley ways, across from where the children play
Bullets ain't got no names on 'em, they flyin' around here astray
Chasin' after the innocent ones, when the wicked ones they goin hard
Tell me whys it like this, dawg,
why the ghetto leave me permanent scared
No time for education, we hustlin' just ta eat
Scramblin' just ta make it dawg n its hectic on these streets
Defeat is when they each you out, tell me what your issue about
The land lord want his money now,
or the land lord bout to kick you out
Time and time again we fight to
make it but we lose our ways (our ways)
Its just no escape
I know it might sound crazy, but at times I find I pray (I pray)
For the end of days
Hey! I turn on my television with a hell of a vision across the screen
Another n shot, n a victory the cop screams
What a necessity for these tactics we have not seen
And they wonder what ever happened to harmony
Days could be breezy, 'cause if they really want em to be
But these police ain't tryin' to see no peace
They in the streets, wildin', killin' mo' n than gang bangas
But they don't go to prison, they medals & s for slayin' n
Illegal buisness controls America (Yup!)
Don't Babylon look like America (Yup!)
We livin' in the ways of the wild, n these are they days of our lives
Lord have mercy