Lyrical Breakdown of Suicide Or Murder - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Suicide or murder In this jungle this they be glad to hang ya Plus the galley man learn fi not to linger Blow fast just like a gas cylinder And then Suicide or murder Will this save you with this brand new gun ya Want to hold back man he's gonna fi linger Your head is like a boss gun shot with sin ya Yes, boy, you see me contender Me not retreat and me no surrender Gun shot attack them like a rat in a blender Gun shot, they get up me pull up they get sent up Heard they shot a woman and me hurt defender Word like a liar then me kick like ninja Gonna rob them cents bea wanna like bazooka You say it sucks, it's gone get bunch harder Not ready to kill, then ready your heena This man from Rockport and then from Reema Clean up Suicide or murder In this jungle this they be glad to hang ya Plus the galley man learn fi not to linger Blow fast just like a gas cylinder And then Suicide or murder Will this save you with this brand new gun ya Want to hold back man he's gonna fi linger Your head is like a boss gun shot with sin ya Murder them, murder them Test the most high, it's a suicide mission MCs dead, all others fled Fearing the power Thunder and lightning Lyrics like hot lead showered Through the desert and in the jungle When I bust off shots I blow up spots And competition turns humble Guns rumble, bodies tumble but I can't be injured When I kill the contenders, I escape like a ninja Suicide or murder In this jungle this they be glad to hang ya Plus the galley man learn fi not to linger Blow fast just like a gas cylinder And then Suicide or murder Will this save you with this brand new gun ya Want to hold back man he's gonna fi linger Your head is like a boss gun shot with sin ya Yes, boy, we gonna drive life trife, uh Juice get ame up like a scuba diver Whores get a west up and then maybe wise up Long time we dare you had a great survivor Devil said you're wicked and your bud light's whiter Kill or be killed and see the heart rise up So just keep on killing, then fi gonna ride up Yes, boy Suicide or murder In this jungle this they be glad to hang ya Plus the galley man learn fi not to linger Blow fast just like a gas cylinder And then Suicide or murder Will this save you with this brand new gun ya Want to hold back man he's gonna fi linger Your head is like a boss gun shot with sin ya When my mind spray, you must lay down get flat Or snatch up your girl and your gun and shoot your way out the back When I fire, the lingo blows out your rib cage You retire the sound and not because of old age Blood splatters and holy fire turns to dawn Killing smooth and silently like the Rasta James Bond Armed and dangerous, so grab your pistols But like an MX missile, I'll rip right through you Some rather die, then face a fate worse than hell With a bounty on your hood and Bounty Killer on your tail Suicide or murder In this jungle this they be glad to hang ya Plus the galley man learn fi not to linger Blow fast just like a gas cylinder And then Suicide or murder Will this save you with this brand new gun ya Want to hold back man he's gonna fi linger Your head is like a boss gun shot with sin ya