Lyrical Breakdown of Murdera - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Murdera" 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 "Murdera" 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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Look into my crystal ball I see murder for y'all First things first or the hearse for y'all First nigga open his mouth first to fall Watch who you talking to nigga first of all My game don't get along, we ain't arrogant It'll take a while for you to assess what the damage is Give a fuck, pop with no camera-ses New York shit, under new management Blessing in disguise, black mask and black gloves Forecast: grey skies, tears of a black dove I can change your life, I just need you to act up Yeah, that's karma, we don't believe in no bad luck 'He without sin cast the first stone Good in any hood I plan like a earthtone [?] I murk microphones, it's a homicide As I watch the soul from your body rise Pop, pop, pop, murder, murder, kill, kill Do it for the money or we do it for the thrill Hustle in the cold 'till my nose running still Blood on the streets I'm 'bout the dollar, dollar bill I'm out for gunshots to represent me Do it for the principle and do this shit for free You scared, motherfucker? You stay away from me You snitch, motherfucker? You supposed to be a G The chickens and the rats and the snakes all click And can't come outside no more, I'm on my shit I'm talking right now, you talking back then Yeah, it's a new day, wake up and get a whiff Can't you smell it? That's a bitch nigga flesh burning I put pussyholes all over your back, you run from the teks squirming Oh suddenly these niggas is feeling me And all that blood loss got them catching epiphanies Young fly rap nigga and I Blapp niggas I understand why you upset, I'm that nigga Uh, shooting star, I'm a gun toting celeb I wield pistolas put a [?] Fuck a peace treaty, they try to O.D. on me Oh, now you want me to chill or call police on me I'm outside of the law, fuck the system I piss on the courtroom floor, I don't give fucks Pop, pop, pop, murder, murder, kill, kill Do it for the money or we do it for the thrill Hustle in the cold 'till my nose running still Blood on the streets I'm 'bout the dollar, dollar bill R.I.P. for those try to go against we (rest in peace) We the, M-O-B-B, make you swallow all your teeth (you take that) And fuck the police, we New York's finest Top shelf gangsta shit, yo we the grimiest You send me up the river, I send you up the river sticks Bitchy ass nigga, you bleed Infamous Come again Pop, pop, pop, murder, murder, kill, kill Do it for the money or we do it for the thrill Hustle in the cold 'till my nose running still Blood on the streets I'm 'bout the dollar, dollar bill