Lyrical Breakdown of There's Been A Murder - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "There's Been A Murder" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Jay-Z weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "There's Been A Murder" 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 Jay-Z 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 Jay-Z's narrative.
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Think there's been a murder
Oh yeah, I think there's been a
I think there's been a
Think there's been a murder
Oh yeah, think there's been a
I think there's been a
I hustle from, night to mornin', dawn to dusk
Kidnap and robberies like you goin' with us
I held round table meetings so we could go on and discuss
Not only money but all the emotions goin' through us
Why we don't cry when niggaz die? That's how the street raised him
Look in the air, say a prayer hopin' God forgave him
Cop liquor, twist it, tap it twice, pour it to the pavement
We live dangerous, often findin' ourself in the eyes of strangers
My dream is big and in it my team is rich
As seen through the eyes of a nigga who ain't seen shit
Back to live action, I'm packin', I'm still in the mix
Like new hits, I think I'm goin' over your head a lil' bit
But I let you know I changed names when I roam through town
Stay free and be who I'm professional known as now
Jay motherfuckin' Z, and with that said
Back to Shawn Carter the hustler, Jay-Z is dead
Think there's been a murder
Oh yeah, I think there's been a
I think there's been a
Think there's been a murder
Oh yeah, think there's been a
I think there's been a
My infatuation with autos led to autos gettin' sprayed
Houses gettin' broken in, quarters gettin' trayed
Bricks gettin' chopped, mom's pots gettin' used
One thrown in that water, try the soda in there too
Expensive shoes worn, Louis Vuitton seat, roof gone
Coke cheap, my face is like a coupon
I gotta do Shawn, 'cause even when Jay-Z was lukewarm
I was gettin' my loot on, nigga I'm too strong
Eat 'til the food's gone, they placed me on this earth
The twin brother of rich poor though, separated at birth
I got the soul of a hustler, quiet noise like a muffler
Fuck with us, walk through the ghetto, see the place that corrupted us
Learn why we buck at the guys that come up with us
Ain't enough bucks for us to split in this shit
Plus ain't nobody lovin' us and with that said
Back to Shawn Carter the hustler, Jay-Z is dead, and
Think there's been a murder
Oh yeah, I think there's been a
I think there's been a
Think there's been a murder
Oh yeah, think there's been a
I think there's been a
See my life is like a see-saw
And until I move this weight it's gon' keep me to the floor
Travel with me through my deep thoughts
Y'all can't learn Jigga by the shit y'all be readin' in The Source
It's deeper of course, follow the life of this reckless minor
At 16 in the 600, unlicensed driver
Playin', cops and robbers, like shots can't stop us
Flippin' a bird to the choppers, buck thirty on the turns
Reckless abandon, when I'm standin on this pedal
Hand on my metal, minus all this time they tryin' to give me
Lord help me, all I ever wanted to be was wealthy or
Somebody to tell me that they felt me
I tried to play the hand you dealt me
But you gave me five funnies an' shit
I was hungry I need menage money
Nothin less than a 520, and with that said
Back to Shawn Carter the hustler, Jay-Z is
I think there's been a murder