Lyrical Breakdown of Suspect - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Suspect" 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 "Suspect" 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.
- 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 Nas's narrative.
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"Yo, what up, dunn?"
"Yo, son, what up?"
"Yo, I just got my hands on this new biscuit, you know what I'm sayin'?
"Word?" "I gotta go see somethin' real qui-
Yo, walk with me here real fast, yo"
"Word? Right"
"Yo, yo, son, man
See them niggas right there, man?"
"Yeah" "I'm sayin', man, it's about time, man
These niggas are shoutin' at everythin', you know what I'm sayin'?
Them niggas is gettin' my money, yo!
Them niggas is gettin' my money, yo!
Yo, fuck that, man, I'ma get that nigga, yo"
It was a murder
Jake just hit the corner, people swarmin'
Three in the mornin', I jumped out my cab like, "Fuck!"
Niggas is buck, mega bloodshed, the tape's red
I heard some bird whisper, "Yo, he should've ducked"
I puffed the lila, just before I hit the scene for realer
I'm all high, it's late, I'm lookin' down at the fella
Shit's pushed in, ambulance placed him on some cushion
His moms had a stare, I wouldn't dare second look when I murk
It hurt, kind of took it as a brief reminder
That the street's designed to stop ya life clock, the beast'll time ya
Cell to cell, suspect-ass nigga, you fail
First time locked in Comstock, my mind blocks the frail
Burstin', blastin' at you, forty cal' shells split your dry cell
My niggas never snitch, why tell?
We roll with no regrets, destinies, 50s and equities
Queens'll be the death of me (death of me)
To the suspect witness, "Don't come outside"
You might get your shit pushed back tonight
(Suspect witness, don't come outside
You might get your shit pushed back tonight)
Suspect witness, don't come outside (what?)
You might get your shit pushed back tonight (get it)
(Suspect witness, don't come outside
You might get your shit pushed back tonight)
Dear God, I want the riches
Money hungry, bitches infested
Givin' the jealous niggas sickness to witness
My crew dresses in vests-es, feel the essence
Try to test this, scientist, able and reckless
Slaughter, Nautica down, frames look petite
Ten millies, minks designed just for my physique
I keep a low pro' as if I owe, bless the flow lovely
My pants hang while I'm dancin', sippin' the bubbly
Hey, me no worry, hashish keep my eyes Chinese
Rollin' two Phillies together make blunts Siamese
I meant it, I represent it, descendant made of
Early natives that were captured and taught to think backwards
Trapped us in a cracker's psychiatric, it's massive
A Million Man March, alert the masses
Tan Clarks, Armani in small print upon my glasses
Don assassins, Armageddon
The weddin' of a freak and a beat
Seven heads, got the righteous threatened
Life Was Written, the plot curves behind the settin'
Comprehend the grammar, math we own
Are you the type of nigga to shoot a leg to get your name known?
I flip the brain tone, niggas get hit and wrapped in plastic
The mic I strike in vain, givin' the pain of what a MAC is
What you with? Lucci or drama?
No sleep means insomnia
No need to check the clock, the streets'll time ya
Suspect witness, don't come outside
You might get your shit pushed back tonight
(Suspect niggas, don't come outside
You might get your shit pushed back tonight)
Yeah, yeah
It justifies, Nas Escobar's leavin' shit mesmerized
Mega live like the third world
Decipher my deceiver, make him a believer
Spittin' Gem Stars words in my mic type receiver
Bond is my life, so I live by my word
Never fraudulent, Queensbridge don't make no herbs
Spread my name to deacons, politicians while they speakin'
Rebel to America civilization, caught you sleepin', blaow!
Queensbridge, boy! Once again, boy!
Recognize, boy, recognize, stupid motherfuckers!
Yeah, yeah, street educated, created
Fly gangsta, Firm style
AZ, what up, what up?
Jungle, Benny Blanco from the 'Bridge
'Mega, Big Hi, clap 'em down
L.E.S. on a murder quest
Yeah, yeah, y'all