Lyrical Breakdown of Once Upon a Crime - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Once Upon a Crime" 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 "Once Upon a Crime" 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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I started as a vandal, in Tribeca. Protection; debt collector; man handlin', murder. Convert a desert to a gamblin' mecca. Chop shop garages. Makin crop off your garbage. Construction jobs make the mob rich. Harbors and barges. Packed with containers and compartments with stolen objects and garments. Menages and massage parlors, and brothels in apartments. Speak a word to the sargeants; Snitch and you'll disappear like L debarge did, kid - And I'll beat the charges. You'll get BBQ'd in your cell quadrant. Choke on the fog. It's asophygous - carbon monoxide clog. It's guards watching. Dodging barrages, of cartridges. Aint' that my squadron. Fuck you, I'll buck at you like Rodgers. I'm goin out like Gotti, from natural causes. Blood clots and heart disease. Old like Carroto, Soprano with blocked corroded arteries. Obnoxious like Omar Suarez. More violent than Juarez - Mexico with the cartels. Who's next to go? Kill you manually. Over 7 billion annually. Money like that can buy your way into heaven. Chillin casually. Crooks you're a celebrity status, anti-establishment, folkhero, at the (unknown) top of pokin' the bearue. Try to decipher the pathological mindset of a crime vet. Trifer than most, knife you up close and sit wine - moet. You could be sent to put an end to a friends life and be expected to handle biz. Damn. Once upon a crime, two street gangsters rose up to rule hip-hop; Run up on you with 9s. Say goodnight to the badguy, We'll make you bleed: Necro and Kool G Rap, We first of a new breed. Once upon a crime, two lyrical criminals would rule the underworld of New York; Dimes of rhyme. Say goodnight to the badguy, you'll never see gangsters like G Rap and Necro again. Vendettas over violins and chellos, Ships port for portabello. Kid use a heal, you're nothing short of a whores stilettos. Boss of the fellows, 200 grand, whores in the mellows. Accapellos, its Sinatra, (?) a roudy opera. Doppler effect? correct. Drop out with the chopper. Envelopes looking sweet. Fishing the meat district. More dog for story and sweet in the sheets, with the heat lifted. Reaching for cliffs, got three slick chips. Put the Heron all in the needle stick, fixed. Rubbin holes on their elbows and calf muscle. Rough foes out - ice-picks and brass knuckles. Think shit a joke - I be having the last chuckle. Young bucks runnin the cash double. We Cuban, posture up in night clubs, White rugs. Take your shoes off baby, you hear me, I'll put your name up in light clubs. Rock head cancer with the white gloves. Tight snub, pussy on her. I might just give her the bookie corner. (Crook be on her, yea 5 star general shit Necro, Godfathers) Once upon a crime, two street gangsters rose up to rule hip-hop; Run up on you with 9s. Say goodnight to the badguy, We'll make you bleed: Necro and Kool G Rap, We first of a new breed. Once upon a crime, two lyrical criminals would rule the underworld of New York; Dimes of rhyme. Say goodnight to the badguy, you'll never see gangsters like G Rap and Necro again.