Lyrical Breakdown of Why We Die - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Why We Die" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Busta Rhymes weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Why We Die" 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 Busta Rhymes 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 Busta Rhymes's narrative.

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Uhh, that's some shit That that that niggaz ain't even seen before That's that shit! (Motherfuckers ain't never seen nothing like this before, for real man) It's goin' down baby, uhh Uhh! Busta Rhymes What? Uhh, DMX nigga Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh I see ghosts clearly, even though, most don't hear me They still wanna get near me, fear me, so I'm leary Kinda eerie what I'm feelin', from the floor, to the ceilin' Straight through the roof, want the truth? I kinda miss robbin' and stealin' 'Cause it kept a nigga hungry, only eatin' when I starved I was ugly, so I robbed, no one loved me, shit was hard Went to God once in a while when it got a little too hectic He was the only one I knew that I respected (Why?) Didn't know why, didn't know what I was livin' was a lie If I ain't shit then, why should I try See, plenty niggaz die, over dumb shit, up in the hood Real good heart, but up to no good Thought I did what I could, but I guess it, wasn't enough The Devil told me it would happen but I kept callin' his bluff When it rains it pours now, my pains are yours As yours are what's mine, define, revolvin' doors (Nigga!) (Why?) All my niggaz tell me (Why?) Tell me (We die) 'Cause we crazy with it, quick to blaze you with it From in my soul to every word that I curse With all the agony expressed in this verse Let me ask my niggaz (Why?) My niggaz tell me (Why?) Tell me (We die) Because we Gods nigga (And) We go the yard nigga Because I walk the ground under my feet And keep it live and stay in tune with the street Now let me ask my niggaz (Why?) They say the good die young, in the hood where I'm from I only got one question to that, why the fuck am I here? I look to the air, I ask God, "Love me please" But in reality, only people that hug me is thieves Same niggaz that send shots through my rugby sleeves They wanna, slug me and leave, I'm thinkin' it must be me Please shed light, the hood's dark I did my dirt but got a good heart Shouldn't that count for somethin'? I was told I'd amount to nothin', most of my childhood Like [Incomprehensible] it was stuntin' my growth Separated me from the shit I was wantin' the most Felt myself comin' close to pumpin' them O's Lump in my throat, chest poked out, face was poker Tryin' to, erase my ghosts, chase the smokers Got demons on both shoulders Tryin' to chauffeur my life through the streets In other words nigga my will was weak Please feel what I speak This ain't your average ordinary jargon weak rap niggaz be talkin' This shit is deep, from the mind of Busta, 'X and me To all my fallen soldiers, rest in peace, 'til we meet niggaz (Why?) All my niggaz tell me (Why?) Tell me (We die) Cause we crazy with it, quick to blaze you with it From in my soul to every word that I curse With all the agony expressed in this verse Let me ask my niggaz (Why?) My niggaz tell me (Why?) Tell me (We die) Because we Gods nigga (And) We go the yard nigga Because I walk the ground under my feet And keep it live and stay in tune with the street Now let me ask my niggaz (Why?) I must be cuckoo, like I respect the new-you, never See you too could get it through your FUBU sweater Like a nigga when he walk in the dark, trespassin' On a nigga land, shots echo loud in the park I live and die for all the shit I believe And rep for everything I stand for With every single breath I breathe Like the intake from cigarette smoke, it's like you inhale The Demon in the gutter stressed struggled and broke If the shit was all over tomorrow, I'd leave a treasure For my kids with a legacy for my children to follow You know it's funny how the good die first Get the peppin' in your steppin' faggot nigga 'Cause you could die worse Hold on, you know I cut off my arm, in the name of reppin' Real niggaz in the midst of droppin' this bomb Allah blessin' me to rep for the better, and carry on Somethin' great and keep a nigga name livin' forever! Now tell me (Why?) All my niggaz tell me (Why?) Tell me (We die) 'Cause we crazy with it, quick to blaze you with it From in my soul to every word that I curse With all the agony expressed in this verse Let me ask my niggaz (Why?) My niggaz tell me (Why?) Tell me (We die) Because we Gods nigga (And) We go the yard nigga Because I walk the ground under my feet And keep it live and stay in tune with the street Now let me ask my niggaz (Why?)