Lyrical Breakdown of Genocide - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Genocide" 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 "Genocide" 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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Stone cold killers in these Compton streets One hand on the 9, all eyes on me Murder, murder Murder, murder Call 9-1-1, emergency Hands up in the air for the world to see It's murder, it's murder Murder, murder Murder dem down, kill 'em dead (Yo) Bullet to the dome, to the head Murder dem down kill a yout' Don't fi a pull up on de man and (Turn me up) What it look like? See, murder dem down, kill 'em dead (Yo) Bullets come down from the air Murder dem down kill a yout' Don't fi a pull up on de man and (Turn me up) What it look? There's the stone cold killers in these Compton streets One hand on the 9, all eyes on me Murder, murder Murder, murder Call 9-1-1, emergency Hands up in the air for the world to see It's murder, it's murder Murder, murder Murder (It's been a 187 in this bitch) Murder this, murder listen, hit a suburban whippin' Tinted windows ride at your wifey (Brrrat) And I bet you miss her Reload the protools and we throw the clip in both trays That's one on the left and one in the right hand Scottie Pippen both ways Been doin' drive-bys, got this music industry timeline Lookin' like Rosecrans when these niggas throw up them signs high I'm talkin' about that bottom where it's high crimes Shit, I'm just tryna get paid and keep 'em thighs high Sometimes I feel like I could just bury 'em, bury 'em Cause delirium, mass hysteria, scarier area I'm very aware hip hop needed somethin' to carry it So I married that bitch and swung down in that chariot Hangin' way too fuckin' close, beware the barrier This is Hub City nigga, don't make us embarrass you Man, you should be realistic, these niggas 'round here ballistic We did the numbers and you lookin' like another statistic There's the stone cold killers in these Compton streets One hand on the 9, all eyes on me Murder, murder Murder, murder Call 9-1-1 emergency Hands up in the air for the world to see It's murder, it's murder Murder, murder (Murder) Ahh, shit, recognize what lives inside these eyes I'm ride until the dead has risen Live in a project building, dodgin' the module ceilings I ride, I'ma ride in a stolen jeep Ride with the eyes of five blind men, my vision (Corrupted) Mama tried counselin', five plans for Kendrick (But fuck it) My family's ties, had sabotaged Rosecrans existence (Abducted) My aliens on surveillance, they paid me a visit (Disgusting) Our stadium's packed, Raiders in black Curls drippin', silver bullet, palladium in my strap I lie on the side of a one way street Nowhere to go, death all I can see I say, fuck is up? I fuck 'em up, your supper's up or something's up I hoping all get orthotist, rope it before the double dutch broke Plenty ruckus with the weapon I protect it under oath My discretion, fuck your blessing, fuck your life Fuck your hope, fuck your mama Fuck your daddy, fuck you dead homie Fucked the world up when we came up, that's Compton homie Murder, murder Murder Murder It's all murder Murder Murder, murder Murder, murder (It's been a 187 in this bitch)