Lyrical Breakdown of One Shot One Kill - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "One Shot One Kill" 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 "One Shot One Kill" 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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Guess who's back, it ain't a fuckin' question They know the name 'bout the presence of a livin' legend Fuck what you heard it's murda, murda, you gon' need protection Some niggas blinded, couldn't see, so look for me to come and give direction Who hold the crown, it ain't no conversation (?) unless you payin' homage, remain the hottest Niggas can't stop us, that's just being honest And makin' hits, I never had problems munchin' at the apartment Don't get me started, don't compare me to the newest, nigga For everyone of you, there's a hundred more and I watch them comin' home My track record ain't coincidental And these verses is like hearses consistently killin' all with instrumentals Tell me, fuck what would ya'll do without me?! Kill yourself or even think of something crazy 'bout me I'm like I leave your fuckin' champ, now watch me rope a dope Just watch him choke, cause everythin' I drop is dope Now watch 'em all go up in smoke I came here to raise hell, I can't lie One shot, one kill, it's real, I ain't hidin' You on't shoot one shot if you ain't ready to die And never get it fucked up, I got shooters for hire Cause you don't want it, I have you like aye aye Better back the fuck up, over guns so I try I had weak shit, we'll never slide, I despise You are now not in the presence of nice guys Look, what the fuck, I was just chillin' in the cut And no beginners, only winners run amok, you runners up You funny fuck like twenty bucks, I know your slut will let me fuck I told my city "Hold me down", now look how high they hold me up I'm Kobe clutch, I hold my nuts till I was old enough to cuss Was kissin' bitches after lunch, now that's a muthafuckin' rush Still in highschool, I was fuckin' niggas bitches on the hush So no questions, it's no panties in a muthafuckin' must It's the peoples rapper, I ain't no rapper I'm the rapture on the mornin' after You lackin' passion, you ain't bad, you just a wack distraction I can't relax cause I feel the magic smashin', Tony Braxton Where your sisters at? Let's get it crackin' Look, I was young, I was broke Had no hope, so I wrote, that's how I cope I went hard with no results New approach, same truth Just get ready, aim, shoot, then get bing, bang, woof So they better bring troops because... I came here to raise hell, I can't lie One shot, one kill, it's real, I ain't hidin' You on't shoot one shot if you ain't ready to die And never get it fucked up, I got shooters for hire Cause you don't want it, I have you like aye aye Better back the fuck up, over guns so I try I had weak shit, we'll never slide, I despise You are now not in the presence of nice guys It's fuckin' murder, baby I'm tryna hurt 'em, baby I know you heard me, baby Feel like I'm goin' crazy It's fuckin' murder, baby Run, run, run, the cops almost got me Another tear drop, another fuckin' body Uh, uh, uh, another fuckin' body Uh, uh, uh, another body Uh, uh, uh, another body Uh, uh, uh, another body Uh, uh, uh, another fuckin' body, body