Lyrical Breakdown of In Memory of… - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Gang Starr weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "In Memory of…" 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 Gang Starr 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 Gang Starr's narrative.

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Mami mary, mary coleman that is I love you, rest in peace You still here though Word up This goes out to you Mary parker, loretta randall Grandfather bill Runy manuel, robert n'blangio Uncle c, alicia elon Giovanni To my man g.o.v., I remember how you used to be You were the illest man alive now I'm reading your eulogy Eyes so serious, you told me hold my head Pursue this rap shit and go forward never backwards While you gripped tec's tight, and ran niggaz out of town I ripped up mics, showin wack niggaz how to sound Still your essence, was callin By two gunshots, at close range, your frame had fallen Now like a angel you've risen And you will stay in my heart, and yo I wish you were still livin Word... this is in memory of Zachary bro, cousin paula Harry o-fives Yeah, sam-o, 183rd Joshua faust Brian brown y'all, yeah To my man brian b, I remember how you used to be You were the flyest in the club with three bitches doin rub-a-dub You was the pimp of all panderers Gq, johnny presley, f**kin up the elegances So many hookers on your schedule Slammin cadillac doors and mackin whores on the regular You used to boost, the slickest of suits Climbin through the back windows on the bus, you was ill dukes Until that chick you vicked, for the cutlass Started snillz-niffin ki-daine, and went to cut cha That freak shanked you six times in your sleep I wish you was here, cause your philosophy was mad deep Yeah... this is in memory of Keith 'cowboy', scott larock Prince messiah Buffy, the human beatbox y'know Tupac shakur Pinkhouse, sub roc O.g. boo bang, salute Seagram's, killa black from mobb deep Biggie smalls, yeah rest in peace Lance owens y'all To all my brothers doin time, whether or not you did the crime You know the system is devised to keep you deaf dumb and blind Like scarface said, them cats are smart In order for things to change we must all play a part It's easy for us to blame society But now it's way too late, and we must take responsibility To all my brothers in the streets I know you feel you gotta hustle cause your peeps gotta eat Makin moves right and exact; don't wanna see you layin flat Don't wanna see ya catch a bullet black If we don't build we'll be destroyed That's the challenge we face in this race of poor and unemployed Freud, a philosopher, but I'm a realist So philosophize this, without love we won't exist To those who passed out there, in the deserts and the jungles With pain on their shoulders, and heavy bundles I pray each one will, ascend to new heights and new enlightenment And this is why I'm writin it Yeah... this is in memory of Linnet grinnich, cookie murray Yeah Ross, laverne la-la eyelif John hood Kevin fredricks, donny charles Leslie clark, and will clark Tommy saunders, princess di Don clark, betty shabazz This is in memory of...