Lyrical Breakdown of Tupac Back - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Tupac Back" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Meek Mill weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Tupac Back" 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 Meek Mill 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 Meek Mill's narrative.
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Tupac back, Tupac back
There's all these bitches screamin' that Tupac back
All eyes on me, better Picture Me Rollin'
Ridin' brand new rims but them bitches is stolen
Stranded on Death Row, Brenda havin' my baby
But I'm stackin' my paper, I need a brand new Mercedes
They screamin' Tupac back, Tupac back
There's all these bitches screamin' that Tupac back
Huh, Tupac back, I'm two glocks strapped
Rollin' down in Philly, this the new Iraq
Soon as I hit the hood, they screamin', "Who got whacked?"
It's a recession on the work, I'm screamin', "Who got crack?"
I'm sippin' Hennessy, ridin' on my motherfuckin' enemies
Slidin' in the back, screamin' M-M-G
(Maybach Music)
Ten bitches and they dime, so it's Tennessee
Hail Mary, put my wrist on froze
Presidential is gold
Nigga, play with my money, my jeweler's liftin' his soul
Forty kick like in soccer, bullets hittin' the goal
Bitch, I'm like John Wall 'cause I just give 'em and go
Plottin' on this new 7, I can picture me rollin'
Pockets look like they pregnant because them bitches is swollen
Gotta clip my cologne, all them snitches could hold 'em
Look at them motherfuckin' wheels, them bitches is stolen
They screamin'
Tupac back, Tupac back
There's all these bitches screamin' that Tupac back
All eyes on me, better Picture Me Rollin'
Ridin' brand new rims but them bitches is stolen
Stranded on Death Row, Brenda havin' my baby
But I'm stackin' my paper, I need a brand new Mercedes
They screamin' Tupac back, Tupac back
There's all these bitches screamin' that Tupac back
Mommy a soldier, daddy is dead
Catch the nigga that did it and we gon' carry his head
Fuckin' 911, tell 'em have him in bed
I'm talkin' Death Row records, tell 'em have me a chair
Let it burn, I'm screamin', "Free my nigga, Earl"
He's due in, no hesitation, we can't even get a turn
Got my Makaveli CD, then I listened, then I learned
Grabbed my Mac up off the dresser, my OG say hold it firm
I'm dreamin' spittin' with Pac, talking ciphers with BIG
Try to send me upstate with the license we're big
Had me scrapin' my wax, sleepin' with my knife in the bed
They got a nigga on point like there's a price on my head
I goin' max, got me knockin' suckers and they back
In these cells, raisin' hell, tryin' to get back to the trap
But don't ever get it twisted, it's Meek Millz spittin' facts
Plus somebody said they seen it and they mean it
So they started screamin'
Tupac back, Tupac back
There's all these bitches screamin' that Tupac back
All eyes on me, better Picture Me Rollin'
Ridin' brand new rims but them bitches is stolen
Stranded on Death Row, Brenda havin' my baby
But I'm stackin' my paper, I need a brand new Mercedes
They screamin' Tupac back, Tupac back
There's all these bitches screamin' that Tupac back