Lyrical Breakdown of Homicide - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Durk weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Homicide" 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 Lil Durk 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 Lil Durk's narrative.

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Be careful with bitches, all these bitches is diggers They say she love you forever, next thing be fucking yo' nigga Need a bitch to get with it that's why I need me a Mrs I just fuck her and pass her, I might slide her some Fendi Shawty say she 300 and she all bout Diddy She say she scared of them D boys well shorty that's how I'm living Either fame or cars it wouldn't make me no difference I just copped me a bird and I ain't talking 'bout twitter Light skin red bone, peanut butter, no jar Up, maybe cool as a fan or either ducking the tar This the life that I'm living, I want part of it all I'm like a star to 'em all so I target 'em all Dolce & Gabbana, Gucci, Louie and Prada True Religion's or Rockin's, Ralph Lauren's or Robin's Ain't gotta stunt cause I got 'em, soon as they drop in, I cop in Leave the law with a foreign, finna go slide on my foreign 2013, I got it, left two years, I been trapping You addicted to bitches and I'm addicted to rapping All white Pelle is leather, looking just like the napkin All my niggas they drilling They say that we be trapping, let's get it Homicide, homicide, its a homicide Man down, shots fired, it's a homicide First 48, real life, it's a homicide He in the morgue or he snitching or he traumatized Homicide, homicide, its a homicide Man down, shots fired, it's a homicide First 48, real life, four, we homicide He in the morgue or he snitching or he traumatized I cut the locks off, like champagne tops, I pop off Free Reggie and free Lil Charles, K-9 bitch, they some dogs That Mac'll knock his top off, that SS, drop this top off Run up and you get dropped off LL but no Cool J, my diamonds red like Kool-Aid My Rollie watch say too late I'm at his head like toupées', a lot of niggas fugaze I'm in the trap like 2 Chainz 'cept I got like 4 chains Police snatch, say no names, you talk and you get duct taped What's it like to have that butt face, these hoes they in a duck race Fuck me then fuck BJ, shout out to the DJ In the field where we play, you pussies better behave I'm running hoes like relays, let's get it Homicide, homicide, its a homicide Man down, shots fired, it's a homicide First 48, real life, it's a homicide He in the morgue or he snitching or he traumatized Homicide, homicide, its a homicide Man down, shots fired, it's a homicide First 48, real life, four, we homicide He in the morgue or he snitching or he traumatized