Lyrical Breakdown of Silent Murder - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

Lyric Overview: Witness how Nas weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Silent Murder" 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 Nas employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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(Silent, silent, murder)

It's sort of like the conclusion to Color Purple

Niggas is losing, confusion, with one-time on pursuit moves in

Grabbing niggas up in this movement to rule shit

Cop versus the block, shorties is schooled quick

Lesson number one, if you're arrested and hung

Where niggas is from, gotta keep a lid on your tongue

It's like silent murder, I hit blunts hard like Ray Mercer

The violent words of a Prince in a Palace of Persia

The cognac plurger, plus the trees

But who's the foul one to make his nose take a freeze?

And got enough gall to rock ice in all hype

Used to be a general, but just lost his stripe

Pipe dreams and white fiends and all-nighters

Collect calls from lifers, Astoria wars with Cypress

Since I got a problem with the law-writers

I kick some more items just to explore horizons

The palm lady dreamt of this day

So I'ma play the crib close, smokin' with the big toast and lay

(Silent, silent, murder)

They say the arms of Nicky Barnes would be enough to blast

A lot of rich niggas fell and started pumping gas

Was it the mind of CIA that bumped off Malik Shabazz?

Fuck what they teach in class, I'ma reach the mass

Strap up, no back-up, it's jungle tactics

Living practice, out-of-line niggas get smacked backwards

So wear it if the cap fits, folded up money and mad clips

Are stacked right under my mattress

To smoke a nigga like a Hughes Brothers motion picture

Niggas getting open, crews roping older niggas

April fools, they laugh, the jokes on the benches

Seeds outside, my nigga spoke on his sentence

(Silent, silent, murder)

(Silent)

(Silent, silent, murder)

My right-handers never play too close to cameras

It's night time, scandalous, circle the loud gamblers

Peace-making niggas pep talk

The Beast making niggas walk off the hot avenues with they brew

Time to get this loot countless

'Cause, son, it ain't no youth fountains

Niggas take cash and shoot, bounce and Pakistanis are took hostage

Locked up inside a linen closet, known for spending pies up

What's the flavor when your neighbors do Jake favors?

Locking real niggas down and letting fake players

Roam around the projects, it's lyrical logic

I dilute, then we can inject the right composite

When plotting on murderous schemes

It seems, I'm ghostly called by the essence of Queens

The palm lady dreamt of this day

So I'ma play the crib close, smokin' with the big toast and lay

(Silent, silent, murder)

And Cain killed his brother Abel (silent)

When God accepted Abel's offering and not his (murder)

Abel's offering showed (silent) that Cain was not giving his best to God (murder)

And Cain's jealous anger drove him to murder (silent, murder)

Drove him to murder (silent, silent, murder)