Lyrical Breakdown of Only Time Will Tell - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Only Time Will Tell" 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 "Only Time Will Tell" 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.
• 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 Master P's narrative.

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(Only time will tell nigga When we die go to heaven or hell nigga)When i die nigga don't wanna go to hell though I been out here hustling trying to get dough Got da game in my vein won't change Little homies on the street know my name Its the M-A-S to tha R-P A young nigga tryin live in these ghetto streets Would I die, would I roll, would i retire young, Would a nigga get paid be the out come Its strictly for the G's so a nigga ball Thankin mama goddamn don't let your baby fall I'm out here tryin to make me a little change Stuck in this muthafuckin dope game Would i lose tryin to keep my fuckin shoes Would a young nigga see P on the news I done seen rappers get their fuckin cap peeled Say its mafia damn what a bad deal So the game get hectic so i wanna cheat Grab my gat kill off my enemies I'd do fair time nigga but fuck that I'd rather sleep, split a wig with my crome gat Cuz I ain't goin less I take two niggas wit me Niggas want P they better come and get me I ain't hard to find it ain't a rhyme Its gonna either be your soul or mine (Only time will tell nigga When we die go to heaven or hell nigga)Niggas Die to make covers of magazines I'd rather be unknown then dead and famous with green The black hearse roll through da ghetto streets I made the sign of da cross, glad it ain't me Not fearing death, just not ready yet Two stones to my brother, may his soul rest Retaliation is a must fool (huh) Some niggas don't play by no fucking rules In this game get so deep so we gotta ride Mama don't trip, don't even cry When its my time to go then I gotta leave But while I'm here I'm gonna drink henicy and smoke weed Is there a heaven for a gansta niggas callin Trying figure out if they up there ballin My young niggas getting paid left da earth Goddamn six feet now he's in da dirt Church bells rangin hoes sangin My nigga's up there for gang bangin Slangin dope, pushin cocalies Got me stressin down on my knees Its a risky life wit a fast pace But where soliders go when they get took away (Only time will tell nigga When we die go to heaven or hell nigga)I seen angels crying so many soldiers dying Tell me when will it end will I get to heaven Will I see my friends or will i go to hell Only time will tell Head first in this world with my eyes impeel Unaware that these niggaz on tha streets is real Will i survive or will the cold streets shake me Will them niggas break me before the lord take me out This son of a bitch I never want it never asked to come Trapped in a double face not a place to run Get the gun and buck it let'em know I ain't the one to fuck wit I stuck with this rough shit Screaming tell god to make space them niggas killed my ace And now they tryin make waste of my face But I'm strapped up and only fifteen full of hatred I couldn't be the next rapper faced with waste Cemetary gates all black suits and limos Family tears and flowers no more shows and videos After parties hoes come to a cease Young thug caught one slug rest in peace (Ughhhhh) (Only time will tell nigga When we die go to heaven or hell nigga)