Lyrical Breakdown of CPT MF'z - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how MC Eiht weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "CPT MF'z" 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 MC Eiht 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 MC Eiht's narrative.

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(feat. Big2daboy) "Let 'em in" "Johnson, you're different from the other colors in here" "You read books, play chess, write poetry" "But I don't believe you have any regret whatsoever for taking a man's life" "Man recognizes his mistakes is ready to seek God's forgiveness" "Yeah, I read your bible, warden" "And?" [Verse 1: MC Eiht] I was raised in compton, What the fuck, Cause? A nigga in the hood is always stuck I'm tryin ta chase dead prez like Larenz Tate But do it in dog mind-state It's 187 on whoever don't stop Throw away the strap right after the pop pop Then ride shotgun, Pass me the handgun I still yell out compton, Shoot and run 2 is double the trouble Double up the work on game gon bubble Couple of loco's from the westside, Homes Dope in the coolo, Hand on chromes One-time, Hoodrats, And beef wit the enemy Niggaz puffin so much, We smoke like a chimney Little b.g.'s mane, Givin us the scoop 4 deep, Tryin to creep, Lights off in the coupe [There they go, There they go] We squash that in a jiffey Creep up and shoot in the car just like 50 Click go empty, And it's back to the block Cause CPT boys so hard knock Lock up the work, Sell what it's worth From the days of way back, The days of my birth I'm so damn cold One blunt in my hand, My bitch in a chokehold The hood taught me lessons that can't be told Whatever you push out, I'll come back eightfold Sold out? Never, It's compton forever No one can do it better Geah, I doubt that When the guns come out, Y'all could go flat Now you could fuck all the chat and get a rat-a-tat-tat Pat down ya pockets like we did in high school You represent the hood, Always the first rule I been all around the globe Hop doggin for the hub like my name was kobe Sirens, Flashlights, stroll lights One-time, They never stop at a gunfight 2 compton motherfuckers [Chorus 1: MC Eiht] Geah, G-g-g-geah It's 2 compton motherfuckers, 2 compton muh'fuckas Geah, G-g-g-geah, G-g-g-geah, Nigga It's 2 compton motherfuckers G-g-geah, G-g-geah, 2 compton motherfuckers [Verse 2: MC Eiht] Strapped, Come out, Fall to ya knees A blunt get lit then you beg a nigga please One squeeze, I could silence the weeds Another victim how the story reads I needs no praise, Compton I was raised Just bump some of my shit bitch and just blaze Gimme a hit, Tilt, Yeah nigga what's crackin? Some play too big, Nigga what's the actin? I start callin out names And commence to rob yo ass like Jess James Me and Tha Chill backseat Boom Bam 3 the hood way, So nigga god damn Slam, Dub dub dub Let the gangstas run it in the fuckin hub Wit a slug nose, a little penleton Gauranteed to shoot the club up right before it close [Chorus 2: MC Eiht] It's compton muh-fucka, G-g-geah, G-g-g-geah It's compton muh-fucka, Geah, It's compton, G-g-geah, G-g-g-geah It's compton muh-fucka, Geah Want it gang, G-g-g-geah, It's compton muh-fucka Gotta fuckin get it, Geah, G-g-g-geah [Verse 3: Big2daboy] I'm comin straight outta compton most wanted grimy nigga wit a attitude 6 shots still standing, I'm well known for mashin fools I get in the blues with or without the true Bitches screws loose and I just use from outta ya shoes Busta, ya street punks ain't ready for Big 2 D-A and MC Eiht, You're under dig 2 compton muh'fucka from compton muh'fucka This to the westside these boys poppin muh'fucka Like german pistols gon be rippin through ya tissue It's real in the city, Little homies'll get you Fuckers, When the guns come out, Y'all niggaz better run Cause i'm a soldier at war and this is where i'm from The land of the lost wit me, Gotta protect ya own And get hit wit the buck thangs, Homie Drive through dealin at the funeral home Call Adams or Palmer, ya dead and ya gone Muh'fucka [Chorus 3: MC Eiht] 2 compton muh'fuckaz, Geah, G-g-g-geah It's 2 compton muh'fuckaz, G-g-g-geah G-g-geah, 2 compton muh'fuckaz, It's 2 compton muh'fuckaz Geah