Lyrical Breakdown of Light Speed - Instrumental - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Dr. Dre weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Light Speed - Instrumental" 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 Dr. Dre 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 Dr. Dre's narrative.

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Hey, yo whassup?

My name is Dre

Can I blaze some Chonic witchu?

Nigga what? Fo' ho'!

Roll that shit up!

Hell yeah, still alwayz into somethin'

Heart still in Compton

The comp can't oppose, dope Cali platinum classicals

Introduced you to my Doggs, that don't love hoes

And Firm Fiascoes, assholes

Fucked you up with my last video, tuxed up

Doin' a tango, and cash, always in my grasp

Came up in the game wearin' khakis not kangols, stranglin' hoes

When asked about it in most interviews, I just laugh

Now I vacate with hoes with a gang of ass

One feed me mangoes, the other lightin' my hash

Rap tabloids write Dre's light in the ass (what?)

Came home uptight, ready to mash

Like a gas pedal, get on that 64 Chevy level

AK-47 heavy metal

Who say Dre ain't ghetto? Just whistle like a tea kettle

I throw three at you, tell me if you see devils

'Cause we rebels over here, I smell Chronic in the air

That means we takin' over this year, you hear?

Chronic, two-thousand (one)

That means we takin over this year, ya hear?

Light Speed, blazin' Chronic through the galaxy

Hydro, doja, chocolate Thai weed

Or we might be sippin' on gin or Hennessy

Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas

I hang among hustlers, I slang and hoo-bang Bronson

When bustaz roll through, can't fuck with my bold crew

We will hold you captive and bust

'Cause gangbangin' is the active, activity

Where I be livin' B, there ain't no Liberty Statue

Hope you got your gat, don't let them catch you

Slippin', without yours, it's warfare outdoors

Ambulance, violent uproars

Trash niggaz takin' out like chores, I meet whores on tours

Jeans hot as pepper, so I sip, champagne on stormy shores

We on some hardcore, pornographic

Totin' Austrian firearms that's made out of plastic

In these drastic surroundings, it be sounding like

Lebanon, makin' fools retreat like Megatron and Starscream

Oh yeah, I scream-on-stars

To get loot and crossover like Kareem Abdul-Jabbar

Get out your car son, that's how I came to bougie niggaz

At bar one, it's either that or make front page stardom

I'm the Golden Child, chased by Sardo Nympsay

God's my bulletproof, it's hard to shoot me, you hear?

(By the time you see him)

That means it's real fuckin' hard to shoot me, you hear?

Light Speed, blazin' Chronic through the galaxy

Hydro, doja, chocolate Thai weed

Or we might be sippin' on gin or Hennessy

Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas