Lyrical Breakdown of There Was A Murder - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "There Was A Murder" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Clipse weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "There Was A Murder" 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 Clipse 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 Clipse's narrative.

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I wake up, wake up in the morning 'Cause them boys come knocking in the morning Then I have me girl go flush it in the toilet Them say did someone get murdered on the corner Them say did someone see me, seen someone get shot Them say they saw me there My *** they won't break me Man, I'll go crazy before they make me tell There was a murder by the corner house Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Them boys asking questions now No, no, no, no, no Now everybody seen it but don't nobody know What happened to the boy down the street a week ago Ain't nobody talking, they keep it on the low Don't open your mouth when they knocking at your do' 'Cause *** die out here for snitching They die for snitching, okay These *** die out here for snitching They die for snitching, okay Those who break the code we dig them hole What's worse than a street *** that sells his soul? Via the life we chose, we picked our roles Bad man stands and fall but never fold Gangster turn informer when the jig's up, your tool mix up, mix up Babylon boys get bodies left for pick up Blood puddle, gun muffle, guns couple Muzzle in mouth, we bring trouble Soon police come rush, whole family crushed All because them *** couldn't 'ush Shot box mouths with no covers Body 'pon body gets stacked one top the other Wish them hadn't to suffer There was a murder by the corner house Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Them boys asking questions now No, no, no, no, no Now everybody seen it but don't nobody know What happened to the boy down the street a week ago Ain't nobody talking, they keep it on the low Don't open your mouth when they knocking at your do' 'Cause *** die out here for snitching They die for snitching, okay These *** die out here for snitching They die for snitching, okay Nobody seen nothing, heard nothing, they ain't said a word Just chalk and yellow tape with blood 'pon them shirts Ashes to ashes, his body back to the earth That casket dropped six feet then throw upon it dirt Mum's the word, that's hustler's etiquette Ya rather hang yourself than turn state evidence Ever since I was young never talk to the folk Tongue small like a rudder yet steer the 'ole boat Loose lip the reason that ship no longer float Telling the Feds everything they wanna know That fatal blow took his very last breath The power of the tongue, is life and death, you feel me? There was a murder by the corner house Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Them boys asking questions now No, no, no, no, no Now everybody seen it but don't nobody know What happened to the boy down the street a week ago Ain't nobody talking, they keep it on the low Don't open your mouth when they knocking at your do' 'Cause *** die out here for snitching They die for snitching, okay These *** die out here for snitching They die for snitching, okay