Lyrical Breakdown of Crime Story - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Crime Story" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how DMX weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Crime Story" 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 DMX 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 DMX's narrative.
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Mmm
Man, uh
Shit stay happening
You know?
It's crazy dog
It's off the hook
But you know
Real niggas get by
Know we eat regardless
'Cause I'm heartless
Who is this I see, comin' through, it's like 3 on the a.m.
I'ma rob this nigga and when I'm done, I'ma slay him
For bein' stupid like, comin' through after 1 or 2
And havin' a gun that he couldn't get to
Yeah, that one'll do
Foolish niggas learn the hard way, and I teach 'em
Be in the wrong place at the wrong time, then I'll beat you
Like Jigga said, niggas test you when your gun goes warm
So I keep 'em scattering like roaches, when the light turns on
From night 'til dawn, right from wrong, holds no weight
.357 slugs with a snub nose, trey-eight
Settin' all them issues straight (what)
Squashin' all beefs
To the point where the police was blockin' off streets
They got me trapped off in the building, but you know how that go (uh-huh)
I stay fucking with the hood rats, so I run up in a rat hole
Go through the hallway, see police, we're face to face
And being I'm telling you this story, means I caught another case
Yeah
It's either you or me
And more than likely, it's gonna be you, than me
A'ight? Feel me, yo
Day two of the saga, this fuckin' drama continues
I'm wakin' up like every two hours, lookin' out my window
Plus, I keep the four-four pointed at the door
Just in case, when they bust in, I'll bust them
And I'm gunnin' for the face
"What a waste of potential" is what my teachers used to tell me
"You can always get a job", that deep shit they tried to sell me
Got me nowhere but broke and fucked up in the game
But now I got a name (uh-huh), and niggas know my name
Knock at the door, "Police, we're lookin' for a man
Who killed a couple of cops last night and the reward is ten grand"
I play like a bitch, "It's just me here, and I'm not dressed
And that guy sounds kinda dangerous, I hope you make an arrest"
That was a close one, now I know I gotta get outta the city
'Cause I'm hotter than lave, I'll holler tomorrow
Hit my dog on the horn, he like, "Fuck, you done did?
They done ran up in my crib, nigga, patting down my kid"
Put the harness on the dog, load up the weapons
Murder's on my mind (uh), no half steppin'
Motherfuckers want war, you can get it
'Cause I'm tired of runnin', remember me as the nigga that died gunnin'
Kamakaze mission, C-4 strapped to the chest
Run up in that joint, raw dog, fuck the vest
They can keep theirs, because it won't be the slugs that'll kill 'em
It'll be the roar of the C-4 as I'm bringin' down the building
'Cause when I go, I'm taking a bunch of the motherfuckers with me
I ain't sittin' around waitin' for them faggot niggas to come and get me
I bring it to 'em, service with a smile
What nigga? Didn't know a dog with rabies was up in the cut, nigga?
And now that you finally findin' out what this shit means
I'm at the precinct, 116th, run up in there
Open up my jacket, "You motherfuckers lookin' for me?
Well, here I am, now you comin' with me"
Man, this shit is crazy baby
Can you dig it? Can you dig it? Can you feel it? Is you with it?
It's off the hook dog
I'm out