Lyrical Breakdown of The Chronic (Intro) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "The Chronic (Intro)" 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 "The Chronic (Intro)" 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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This is dedicated to the niggas that was down from day one Welcome to Death Row Like we always do about this time Yeah, nine-deuce Death Row Records Creepin' while your sleepin' Niggas with attitudes? Nah, loc Niggas on a motherfuckin' mission What up niggas and niggettes? That crazy ass nigga's back in the motherfuckin' hizzouse The notorious Compton G D.R.E. On the solo tip Fuck them other fools What up Ren? Yeah Droppin' Chronic flakes on yo' ass bitch West Coast flavor Niggas who talk shit Get dealt with real quick So if you wanna take a trip to the Row Let a nigga like Snoop Doggy Dogg know Protected by niggas wit big dicks, AK's and 187 skills So if it's a must you test us We can handle it in the streets nigga Fuck makin' records, yeah G's up hoes down If that bitch can't swim She bound to drizzown Peace to my nigga Drizze Another platinum hit nigga Peace to The D.O.C. Still makin' it funky enough And Death Row records is in full motherfuckin' effizzect Oh, yeah PS, fuck Mr. Roarke and Tattoo A.K.A. Jerry and Eazy Sincerely yours These motherfuckin' nuts I don't love Eazy I don't love Jerry I don't love Ruthless Records Frankly, I don't love nothin' they got to do with But, but, but you know what I want them to do for me? Jerry, Eazy, check this shit out here I want y'all to put these bizzalls in your jizzaws And work them like a strizzaw And tell me what you sizzaw Yeah, you know what? You know what? Fuck all y'all, fuck y'all Really though It's Death Row nigga You better ask somebody You really better ask somebody (Get out, get out, I don't love you no more) Yeah, nigga You's a penguin-lookin' motherfucker