Lyrical Breakdown of P{oint of no Return - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "P{oint of no Return" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Geto Boys weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "P{oint of no Return" 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 Geto Boys 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 Geto Boys's narrative.
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G.B. (G.B., G.B., G.B., G.B.)
Geto Boys in the house, one-nine-nine-six
Get ready to run over you motherfuckers
G.B. (G.B., G.B., G.B., G.B.)
What if I learn to work your beat
And fuck with you, in the ways that you fuck with me
And underline all your downfalls for you
Catch you fuckin' up and bring the pound down on you
Infect your neighborhood with this drug called hate
Inch out your income to control y'all fate
Provide you motherfuckers with the shit that look cool
And price it at a rate that keep your ass out of school
You don't work you don't eat, you don't eat you don't sleep
And then I got your ass up on these motherfuckin' streets
Poisonin' your own breed, turnin' you from Jesus
Get you out your faith and hit your ass with diseases
And now you can't reproduce, there goes your children
Don't worry about you dyin' slow, I'ma keep you killin'
And shatterin' your motherfuckin' dreams from the jump
And hold you in the penitentiary like a punk
Where you can't do shit unless a motherfucker tell you
You ain't a motherfuckin' man, nigga you's a failure
You wonder why I hate ya, and I paint this picture
'Cause the government is fucked up, and I ain't that nigga
So you can point your fingers at the motherfuckin' press
'Cause they be feedin' me with all the shit that I address
It ain't my motherfuckin' fault niggas ain't learnin'
We in too deep, and it ain't no turnin'
Willie D is the motherfuckin' name
Let you hoes know it's the motherfuckin' game
You got a problem with the way I drop my flow
Crate it to the G to the motherfuckin' E to the O
I'ma let you hoes know the deal
You can't fuck with real face and bill
I got niggas fully strapped with lots of nuts
And niggas in the back can ride our trucks
Do I give a fuck about America? (Fuck no!)
Call me a patriot bitch and I'ma buck yo' ass
Cut up your motherfuckin' shit creek
She got some negativity with Willie D then let the bitch speak
In the beginnin' motherfuckers packed straps
Puttin' they irons on any motherfucker's back
You got out of line, they hit your ass with the gat
Let you die where you lay and left your ass for the rats
That's how it was, and I can see it all again
The fuckers goin' crazy like they did when I was ten
I'm goin' through, the same shit that my daddy went through
When he was twenty-two, now who
The fuck's to blame, for the condition that we in?
Pursue the gain, or end up back up off our shit again
It's kinda easy how we make our choice
We go to ghetto tactic laboratories, provide a nature's choice
Well anyway that's how I seen it then
But now I realize the white collar criminals had to bring it in
And now I go against my own kind
With the mentality that these niggas been after me a long time
And if I'm caught up then I'm outta here
But if you caught up, you outta here
And then you wonder what we learned while we been trapped here
We figured out how to adapt here
Edgar Hoover, I wish you wasn't dead
So I could put a bullet in your motherfuckin' head
Goddamn faggot, motherfuckin' drag queen
I know you put the hit on Martin Luther King
And Fred Hampton, Malcolm and the others
You redneck punk motherfucker
Bob Dole keep your motherfuckin' mouth shut
Before a nigga beat your whole ass up
Jumpin' on the rap bandwagon ain't helpin' it
You need to be concerned about the motherfuckin' deficit
I'm the type of nigga throw a party when the flag burned
I'm at the point of no return