Lyrical Breakdown of Crime Pays - Instrumental - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Crime Pays - Instrumental" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Freddie Gibbs & Madlib weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Crime Pays - Instrumental" 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 Freddie Gibbs & Madlib 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 Freddie Gibbs & Madlib's narrative.

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Yeah, yeah (It's a wave) Crime pays, crime pays (Yeah) Yeah, yeah Crime pays, nigga, crime pays Choppin' up this change with cocaine in my microwave Made it through my whole month with my lights out, I seen brighter days Watch this shit get me high, boy, you live and you die by this game Homeboy just caught HIV, he lived and he died by his ho Have we ever hit the same bitch before? Ain't nobody know Have we ever hit the same bitch before? Wasn't nobody business Niggas be fuckin' these hoes and say, "Fuck insurance and doctor visits" Fly like the wind, it's time to begin your life (Say, "Fuck insurance and doctor visits") You've got control to start again and do it right Look to the sky and you will feel how to live a life that's real (That's real) To the perfect harmony, when the spirit is free (Yeah, yeah) Crime pays, nigga, crime pays Choppin' up this change with cocaine in my microwave Diamonds in my chain, yeah, I slang but I'm still a slave Twisted in the system, just a number listed on the page Made it through my whole month with my lights out, I seen brighter days Watch this shit get me high, boy, you live and you die by this game Bitch, don't touch my body 'Cause I put your body all off in a bodyslam You ain't gon' hurt nobody Go body for body but we the body gang The ho that you brought out to Cali But she only fuckin' with you 'cause you fuckin' with Kane Thought she was boostin' her credit With niggas like you that just ain't got enough on their name Thought I would front you another one Niggas like you that just ain't got enough on the books Talkin' that shit in the booth but when niggas come shoot at you You couldn't do nothin' but look My niggas done bust a four nickel on your nigga Bust him, now he on a shit bag His homie done borrowed a car and he got it shot up Now I know that his bitch mad He steadily called up my phone and you huffin' and puffin' 'Cause they at your bitch, duckin' And Rocky done went and bought Jeezy a pair of new shoes That nigga was dick-suckin', yeah Fly like the wind, it's time to begin your life (Dick suckin'-ass nigga) You've got control to start again and do it right (That nigga was dick suckin') Look to the sky and you will feel how to live a life that's real To the perfect harmony, when the spirit is free Crime pays, nigga, crime pays Yeah, crime pays, nigga, crime pays Crime pays, nigga, crime pays We champion people This station rules the nation with version Huh!