Lyrical Breakdown of A Dead Man (Commercial) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "A Dead Man (Commercial)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Master P weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "A Dead Man (Commercial)" 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 Master P employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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[Mr. Serv-On] It's a quarter to ten He was my friend Hit the funeral, roses in my hand Payin respects to a dead man Hugged his mama, kissed his girl Got his dope and his son, your fuckin life is now my fuckin world Don't even hear the preacher talkin Just thinkin about the money and the bedroom noise me and his wife been makin He told me how she like to take it- so I'ma give it I see you later, fuck your clothes bring my pussy and my son And this gangsta shit is done I shoulda spit in your face after the way she fucked me in the game I hope you burn in vain One day your son will call me daddy It's your fault 'cuz you lost loyalty We been fuckin around since diapers But you let another nigga touch you Now that bitch work for me But not for long- I ordered that bitch here at a quarter to three And if he got a bitch- I'ma pimp her For every minute you had to suffer And fuck her for every dollar you had to cover That's how it goes, nigga you know the game You shoulda stayed real That's why I'm saying "Fuck a dead man!" You know the deal, your cap's got peeled Should I bang him? Should I kill him, should I take him from his family? (Fuck em, fuck em!) [x4]