Lyrical Breakdown of Scream - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Scream" 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 "Scream" 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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Look in the mirror we gone scream holla records (murder man) That's my homies that be screaming in the grave yards Ughhhhhhhh Scream its wicked out here [Master P] Holla bloody mary lookin' eyes of the demon When you see a thug like a G screamin' I smoke green with the reaper I'm from the ghetto got paid with the gat and the beeper Just a young thug tryin' make it Visualize me in the ghetto and these fools tryin' break me Forgive me for my weed and my hennessy Young killers when I'm gone won't remember Green and women be my past time Live the life of a hustler came up on ghetto ryhmes Seven-teen rounds for the bustas keep two for the cluckas I got .45, nines, and gats cocked Young homies bangin' corner signs on my block And the average age is twenty-five Young homies don't even live to retire I get paid I pluck what slang ki's i got the triple gold (Chorus)(2X) Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin' Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin' Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin' Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin' Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin' I hear 'em comin' I hear 'em comin' I see 'em comin' [Silkk the Shocker] P this reafer got me trippin' man the ghetto got me 'noid I be like eyes open turnin' both of my toys These daydreams sometimes turn to nightmares I be tryin' shake it but it seems to be like right there I know some homies that make fun of death short time to live good Put when its all over? never took him out the hood Can you see I was runnin' chased by the grim reaper He catch you while you're creepin' and catch you while you're sleepin' I'm surrounded by evil thoughts and also evil spirits But I could scream (Aghhhh) ain't nobody gone see it, they hear it See me in a closed casket they seemed to got me scared Visions of cemetary troops thought they been took your boys Its past my time to get high off green and swisher I used to carry the police like Nena and her twin sister You mess with my believes I'm comin' to get ya Your family better have your picture cuz they gonna miss ya they kiss ya One two I'm comin' for you Three four I'm kickin' up in your door Life it seems to be a bad dream Scream as loud as you want, but nobody gone hear your scream (Chorus)(2X) Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin' Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin' Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin' Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin' Scream (Aghhhhhh) I hear them comin' I hear 'em comin' I hear 'em comin' I see 'em comin'