Lyrical Breakdown of Death Comes In 3's - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Death Comes In 3's" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Fabolous weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Death Comes In 3's" 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 Fabolous 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 Fabolous's narrative.
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I heard that death come in 3's
I think by now that you and I know and if you don't
The motto in my hood is do or die ho
That just mean you do or you die but you decide though
Writing shit about me now that's a suicide note
I should drive a black hearse with a suicide door
Nickname that shit coffin car but keep your boo inside though
Lights on day time and I usually ride slow
We on that Boyz II Men it's so hard to say goodbye flow
Hop out in that all black
They like "who just died bro"
I say "the competition" but they ain't look too surprised though
They be talking sideways, keep that to the side though
I nail they bitch; it ain't my fault she wanna be crucified, yo
Jesus Christ he's just nice
Wait I ain't say that right he's just niceeee
And I heard that death comes in 3's
Some one please come get these little rapping bumble bees
Had they buzz now it's gone that high usually comes and leaves
They was hot, I was cool -- enough of that summer breeze
Some of these niggas say shit I tell them don't mumble please
Keep bumpin your gums I will show you bitches gum disease
You know somebody hating give them this number please
The number is 1-800-Hum-On-These
Killed them once killed them twice, usually I just come and flees
Killed them for a third time cause I heard that Death Comes in 3's
Well I'm back and I'm prompt nigga
Arrogant and so pomp nigga
In my world ain't shit free
There is no comp, nigga
Riding round with my Bronx nigga
Who wanna come romp nigga
Can't kick a man when he down?
They ain't say you can't stomp niggas
Flashlight, candles be prepared for this black out
Black shoes, black suit, black skirt, black blouse
Car service, black Lacs, couple racks in my black slacks
Dime bitch, Ace of Spade -- I should be yelling out Black Jack
BBM in my Black Bold, yo BM in my black Rolls
She look like Miss Universe and I'm bout to be in that black hole
Get my nut then fade to black, Damier the greater black
On the road we got the heat just imagine D-Wade in black
You wanna play dumb? Black that's cool
I'mma play HBCU you gone get your black ass schooled
Welcome to the funeral university
Death comes in 3's, this the third CD