Lyrical Breakdown of Live Foul - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Mobb Deep weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Live Foul" 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 Mobb Deep 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 Mobb Deep's narrative.

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(Yeah) (Yeah yeah) (Yo, son) (No fucking doubt, baby) (Yeah, yeah, yeah) (It's real, it's real) (It's real, it's real) (Yeah, let them niggas know) (How a mothatfucka know, baby?) (that's right) (Say QB) (Can you feel it?) Everywhere that I go now (yeah, baby) I keep that thing right with me (you know I gotta keep that) Is it because I live foul? (that's right) Shorty like blue piece coming I got bitches all on my back I got niggas all in my face (uh-huh) It get serious it ain't no game (uh-uh) So I gotta keep that thing on my waist (uh) Which part of no games niggas don't understand? You're dealing with one dead serious black man Whose first resort is to squeeze, second thought to breath Love this freedom so you know how I be And why these niggas wanna pull me in? I ask myself the same question over and over again It's a small world, my girl, I'm smashing her friend Ain't no love lost, might as well join the fuck in I've been telling niggas how my gangster get You can trace it all the way back to the infamous When niggas out now was on Enfamil Fuck a hotel, nigga was fogging a windshield Wrecking my first wheel they was barely walking Now this dun language is the motivation of their talking A hate in my blood you won't find one drop But let a nigga stunt and he will get dropped So Everywhere that I go now (yeah, baby) I keep that thing right with me (you know I gotta keep that) Is it because I live foul? (that's right) Shorty like blue piece coming I got bitches all on my back I got niggas all in my face (punk nigga) It get serious it ain't no game (fuck y'all) So I gotta keep that thing on my waist Yo dun, what up? Scream at your dawg These niggas been wildin' since niggas been gone Fake niggas stunt like they really that strong (come on) You really that bitch nigga, pussy, thongs P, that nigga that will break your jaw (uh-huh) You get jumped by a mob of niggas for sure (oh, for sure) You get cut, bucked and left for dead (uh-huh) We get fucked, sucked and extra bead Partying with the ladies that's crazy thick Make you wanna have babies and eat the fish You won't feel safe in the same place as us (hell nah) We make niggas wanna stay far away from us (fuck outta here) We make bitches panties wet, they pray for us Wanna see a nigga live and be safe as such We back with more of that Murda Muzik, bitch My gun'll bang on a nigga that confuse the shit Everywhere that I go now (yeah, baby) I keep that thing right with me (you know I gotta keep that) Is it because I live foul? (that's right) Shorty like blue piece coming I got bitches all on my back I got niggas all in my face (uh-huh) It get serious it ain't no game (uh-uh) So I gotta keep that thing on my waist (uh) That thing is closer than blood and thicker than water You niggas is like fleas and the guns pluck 'em off, dun Scratch that itch then get rid of that bitch Then we mob out with the sixes looking sickening That's one beautiful whip, we tearing the streets up We got the big stash box so we can fit the street sweeper My duns keep it at any time its nothing You runnin' 'round like you got a pass or something Everywhere that I go now (yeah, baby) I keep that thing right with me (you know I gotta keep that) Is it because I live foul? (that's right) Shorty like blue piece coming I got bitches all on my back I got niggas all in my face (uh-huh) It get serious it ain't no game (uh-uh) So I gotta keep that thing on my waist Everywhere that I go now (yeah, baby) I keep that thing right with me (you know I gotta keep that) Is it because I live foul? (that's right) Shorty like blue piece coming I got bitches all on my back I got niggas all in my face (uh-huh) It get serious it ain't no game (uh-uh) So I gotta keep that thing on my waist