Lyrical Breakdown of Murder Ink - Instrumental - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Murder Ink - 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 "Murder Ink - 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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When darkness be closin' in
I'm motivated with the howlin' wind
With a list of chosen men, frozen in sin
Knowin' that your end is beginnin'
Swift silent and deadly, there's no defendin' my plots
I know your every movement, for six months I watch
Could've got you at your baby's mother's house
Even at your down-low weed spot
But the backdrop wasn't flattering enough
I didn't want people gathering and stuff
Snapshots of blood splattering from the snuff
Here, puff a cig', while I figure which way to split yo' wig
Right now, you as nervous as a farmer John Pig
As I dig into my tragic bag, take out the HK
Twist on the silencer, insert the thirty-shot mag
Bullet stuck to his brain like a Mack
Skull in fragments, I leave the cleanup to Dragnet
This is anybody (Murderer)
To fuckin' everybody (Murderer)
Nigga, all y'all (Murderer)
Uh, uh, for real
You'll fuck around and get killed
This is anybody (Murderer)
Motherfuckin' everybody (Murderer)
Yeah, nigga, all y'all (Murderer)
Uh, uh, for real
You'll fuck around and get killed
Peeped all the stash drop in exchange of the dough
Lurkin' through the turf, thinkin' how much it's worth
Give 'em chase to the crib and, yo, he properly laced
Stepped out the car, put my steel to the side of his face
Murder, this the fuckin' case, rob this nigga and shake
The fuckin' spot, 'cause in a few, it's gon' be crawlin' with cops
Who's the bad bitch now? You crept on, paid the piper
Who'd thought a sexy bitch could be a murderous sniper?
Detrimental to your health, should've learned yo' lesson
But it's too late, nigga, bye-bye, better count yo' blessings
I been watchin' you watchin' me, yeah, you ballin'
Was, nigga now you finger fucked and steady fallin'
A thug with no love, but bitch niggas die fast
Thug niggas die young, oh, what you thought you would last?
Blast two shots to the dome, slide back to the pad
And jack my nigga off 'til his dick get soft
Resume the wifey boo shit, 'cause, yo, my man don't know
That his bitch is straight ill, servin' ass with fo'fo'
I'm a motherfuckin' (Murderer)
Bitch, this is anybody (Murderer)
Yeah, nigga, all y'all (Murderer)
Uh, uh, for real
You'll fuck around and get killed
I'm a motherfuckin' (Murderer)
Uh, bitch, this is anybody (Murderer)
Yeah, nigga, all y'all (Murderer)
Uh, uh, for real
You'll fuck around and get killed