Lyrical Breakdown of Natural Born Killaz (LP Version) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Natural Born Killaz (LP Version)" 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 "Natural Born Killaz (LP Version)" 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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Shit, I'm tired as fuck
C'mon, baby, let's get the fuck home
I know, let's hurry up, I hate this neighborhood
Nigga trippin' over here and shit, watch my back
Hey! Hey, nigga!
Oh, shit!
Just keep walkin', don't turn around
Hey homeboy! Wassup, motherfucker? (Here we go again, God)
You and your motherfuckin' bitch, wassup?
Hey, nigga, why you fuckin' with me?
Fuck you, nigga, 'cause I can!
Journey with me into the mind of a maniac
Doomed to be a killa since I came out the nutsack
I'm in a murderous mind state
With a heart full of terror, I see the devil in the mirror
Buck-buck, lights out
'Cause when I grab my sawed off, niggas get hauled off (Haha)
Barrel one tears your motherfuckin' flesh (Yeah)
Barrel two tears your fuckin' heart out your chest
You see, I'm quick to let the hammer go click
On my Tec-9, so if You try to wreck mine, fool, it's your bedtime
Feel the blast from the chocolate bomber
Infrared aimed at your head like your name was Sarah Connor
Decapitation, I ain't hesitatin' to put you in a
Funeral home with a bullet in your dome
I'm hot like lava, You got a problem?
I got a problem solver and his name is Revolver
It's like a deadly game of freeze tag
I touch you with a 44 Mag' and You're frozen inside a body bag
Nobody iller, than this graveyard filler
Cap peeler, 'cause I'm a natural born killa
Terror illustrates my era
Now I can't hang around my mama 'cause I scare her
I want to blast motherfuckers (Yeah, what's up?)
It feels like I'm bustin' a nut when I open you up
'Cause your body is exposed to the midnight mist
All weak motherfuckers give my ring a kiss
'Cause I'm givin' dirt naps
Comin' with them bomb-ass raps to make your lungs collapse, perhaps
You never sleep 'cause every time you doze
You catch blows to the motherfuckin' nose
Ain't seen the sun in sixty-six days
Let me count the ways in a fucked up maze
I never, ever, ever made a ho stay
But I'm down with Dre like AC is down with OJ
So fuck how You're livin'
I'm the unforgivin', psycho-driven murderer
It's authentic, don't panic
I can't stand it, goddamn it, schizophrenic
So fuck Charlie Manson
I'll snatch him out of his truck, hit him with a brick and I'm dancin'
Mass murderer, natural born killa
And I don't wanna die
I don't wanna die
I don't wanna
I don't wanna die!
I don't understand the logic in my dreams
But I understand I like the sounds of sirens
Terrified screams from the streams of strychnine
Dumpin' on any motherfucker tryin' to trick mine
'Cause punk motherfuckers wanna violate
Now they stiff and cold, and they pupils won't dilate
It's so much pain, migraine
Headache, I can hear his bones break
He steps in the single door
Got his ass whipped with twenty lashes like they do up in Singapore
So I'ma pull a fuckin' Jeffrey Dahmer
Now he's suicidal, just like Nirvana
Tick-tock, tock-tick, tock-tick
Dr. Dre and Ice Cube on some murderous shit
Keepin' niggas in order, makin' their lives shorter
Ready to slaughter, 'cause to me, a life ain't worth a quarter
Or a dime, mushrooms got my mind
Hallucinatin', ain't no debatin', I'm creatin'
An escape route to be out without a doubt
Scot-free, so don't even think about tryna stop me
'Cause I can't wait, I'm out the gate
On the for realer, a thrilla from a natural born killa
Gitchi gitchi ya ya, they call me Dada
Six million ways to murder, choose one
Lose one soul, bodies turn cold
Natural fright from niggas goin' bump in the night
Should I peel him? (Yeah) Should I peel her?
Am I iller (Hell yeah) than a natural born killa?
Should I peel him? (Yeah) Should I peel her?
Am I iller (Hell yeah) than a natural born killa?
Should I peel him? (Yeah) Should I peel her?
Am I iller (Hell yeah) than a natural born killa?
Should I peel him? (Yeah) Should I peel her?
Am I iller (Hell yeah) than a natural born killa?