Lyrical Breakdown of Homicide - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Future weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Homicide" 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 Future 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 Future's narrative.

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FreeBandz Go tell 'em it's a homicide Go tell 'em it's a— We ridin' Go tell 'em it's a homicide (Jon Boii) Yeah, yeah You say you wanna take a ride? Get in I grew up on that other side, gettin' it in These niggas sellin' bunch of pies, snatch a Benz I heard you say it's goin' down, I'm goin' in Go tell 'em it's a homicide (murder) Go tell 'em it's a homicide (murder, murder) Go tell 'em it's a homicide (heard it's DOA) Go tell 'em it's a homicide (yeah, yeah) Fightin', shootin', killin', ridin' Crippin', trippin', spittin' fire In the kitchen, bakin' pies Takin' mines, makin' mines Yellow tape, black gun Fill it with them hollow shells And leave the scene bloody Buddy, can't nobody tell Catch a plane to the ATL Lay low in a cheap motel Whatever suit ya And get a few thangs from my cousin Future Now I'm back on and poppin' like Trappin', rappin' in the cut Talk shit, I'll fuck you up They don't recognize who I am or where I'm from So I hit the strip club bangin' 20 Crip, cuhz Treble with the bass, put that thang up in yo' shavening And leave yo' body bleedin' on the pavement You say you wanna take a ride? Get in I grew up on that other side, gettin' it in These niggas sellin' bunch of pies, snatch a Benz I heard you say it's goin' down, I'm goin' in Go tell 'em it's a homicide (murder) Go tell 'em it's a homicide (murder, murder) Go tell 'em it's a homicide (heard it's DOA) Go tell 'em it's a homicide (yeah, yeah) How many'll ride? Open up that fire? (Aye, ask yourself that, nigga) You gotta question a nigga standing next to you, cut him off I grew up on the side you gotta make yourself a boss Niggas'll shit on you any chance they get Cross you out on a lick (straight up) If you ain't ready for the envy, then quit It's a dirty world, you gotta get your hands dirty (can't play fair) I'm goin' for the title with my hands on the rifle (I want it) I put in the same work you put in, survival Lookin' at my rival, they lookin' suicidal Keep them bodies off wax, I can spot a rat (snitch niggas) Let the guitars play (brrat) You say you wanna take a ride? Get in I grew up on that other side, gettin' it in These niggas sellin' bunch of pies, snatch a Benz I heard you say it's goin' down, I'm goin' in Go tell 'em it's a homicide (murder) Go tell 'em it's a homicide (murder, murder) Go tell 'em it's a homicide (heard it's DOA) Go tell 'em it's a homicide (yeah, yeah) Slang a bunch of pies, and go and snatch a Benzo I played them streets as a young nigga, ain't never liked Nintendo Them gangstas in the yard, them my motherfuckin' kinfolk They'll kidnap you and yo' broad (in broad) daylight, no pretend-o I grew up 'round a bunch of monsters, apply that pressure on ya Be so scared for ya life, you call the police on ya You ready? Say you ready You gon' starve or you want fetti? Yo' life'll change in a second Good or bad, don't open yo' mouth, make sure you shut it Ain't no tellin' who listenin', make a wise decision I'm from 'cross the tracks, like Boosie When you ridin', you better know who shootin' You say you wanna take a ride? Get in I grew up on that other side, gettin' it in These niggas sellin' bunch of pies, snatch a Benz I heard you say it's goin' down, I'm goin' in Go tell 'em it's a homicide (murder) Go tell 'em it's a homicide (murder, murder) Go tell 'em it's a homicide (heard it's DOA) Go tell 'em it's a homicide (yeah, yeah)