Lyrical Breakdown of Crime Pays - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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[Kool G. Rap] Crime don't pay, that's what they tell us But that's because the other motherfuckers gettin jealous But I'ma tell you this, they neighborhood got the Goodfellas But they come arrest us for the same shit they sell us Cause they don't want to see a young black nigga rollin inside a nice car, nice kit, without the shit bein stolen So they come and lock a nigga up Meanwhile some corrupt, politician nigga is makin bigger bucks Niggaz gettin blamed for the crystals; but we don't grow the motherfuckin coke or weed or make the fuckin pistols Niggaz ain't tryin to live in poverty And a black man's lottery's a motherfuckin robbery So yo you gotta make your best Make a small investment and then put it to the test (&quotI know!") Yes, cause the other motherfuckers gettin over Police don't look at a WHITE MAN strange drivin a Range Rover Carrying shit like it's minerals The big dollar white dollar suit and tie criminals Even the government figures Sellin shit to the motherfuckin Columbians and rich niggaz Crime isn't time from the brothers Hey you say it don't pay, it's payin white motherfuckers It all depends on how you do your shit Cause either learn it quick intelligent and that's it (&quotI beg your pardon?") You're well fittin FUCK workin for a bastard I gotta see that money before my ass sees a casket Get paid, motherfuck a raise Cause to all them improper crooked coppers, crime pays &quotJack you motherfuckers" (2X) &quotWake up and go for what you know." &quotEverybody's got to make a living" &quotBoy I'm trying to make me some. MONEY!" [Kool G. Rap] Stop, nigga stop, nigga freeze But at the same time, some old rich fuck, is drivin by with twenty ki's Because they came up with a law to keep the rich motherfuckers rich and the poor motherfuckers poor We take the cake you get the crumbs Stackin up a package of cracks, to sell to blacks in the slums Guns are bein sold over the counter And you wonder why your daughter's head was slaughtered when they found her Why did he have to shoot the bitch but the bitch I mean the witch just had to switch to make the nigga Richie Rich Yeah, so I'm throwin you the phrase Believe me when I tell you motherfuckin crime pays