Lyrical Breakdown of Tupac - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Yung Lan on the track Yeah, I know how it go (yeah) You put in your work, you deserve it (huh?) You realize it was all really worth it (huh?) You was still on your grind, you put in plenty time And they didn't understand (them niggas was sleep) You woke they ass up, but there ain't no alarm (oh Lord, Jetson Made another one) And you know who I am Ay who you is, nigga? I'm like the 2Pac of the new shit A hundred thousand hoes and they like the way I do shit I'm the realest nigga rappin' and my bitch like Jada Pinkett I'm the fresh prince of my city, shout out Will, no point intended Ay who you is, nigga? I'm like the 2Pac of the new shit A hundred thousand hoes and they like the way I do shit I'm the realest nigga rappin' and my bitch like Jada Pinkett I'm the fresh prince of my city, shout out Will, no point intended Ay who you is, nigga? Shout out to Will Smith, I'm a bad boy (huh) She pretty and she got that ass (ass) I asked her what she got that ass for (huh) I told her to shut up and back it up (shut up) You niggas ain't good, you don't rap enough (nope) Got on a bandanna like Bob (Bob) You gon' run up on me in a MAC and coat (yeah yeah) I couldn't get right, the driver's seat Hop out and switch, we gon' fuck in the passenger (ay, ay) And you know I don't flop when I drop Everything that I drop is a classic, I'm classical And she make that dick disappear like it's magic My bitch, she do magic, she magical (voila) She came and hopped on my dick on a Saturday Had to hold on, she a savage (ay, ay) Put the bitch on a play, jumpin' her like LA (ay, ay) Few, few, proud of me I'm tryna deep stroke (deep stroke) Gettin' hard to hold on, I can't handle it (yeah) Pull out and bust on her belly (ugh) Throw up the West, Makaveli (west Side) I get around like I'm Pac (huh) I'ma act like a thot if you let me (bitch) Ay who you is, nigga? I'm like the 2Pac of the new shit A hundred thousand hoes and they like the way I do shit I'm the realest nigga rappin' and my bitch like Jada Pinkett I'm the fresh prince of my city, shout out Will, no point intended Ay who you is, nigga? I'm like the 2Pac of the new shit A hundred thousand hoes and they like the way I do shit I'm the realest nigga rappin' and my bitch like Jada Pinkett I'm the fresh prince of my city, shout out Will, no point intended Ay who you is, nigga?