Lyrical Breakdown of Suicide Bounce - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Suicide Bounce" 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 "Suicide Bounce" 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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Ayy, fellas I think you might wanna s-s-s-sneak your ratchet in here for this one Ayy, ladies Put the petroleum jelly on your face Ayo, Nas, I got a big bet in the streets That you knock they ass out in the first 30 seconds of the first round Get 'em! Sittin' up drunk, shufflin' thoughts Got paper but I'm lost, losin' focus What a nigga still hustlin' for? My seed is straight, the family's settled How do time get the man in trouble? When wifey tourin', my life get borin' Start to remember all types of torment The Devil's callin', but I don't answer Mom passed from cancer, leave her behind Two granddaughters, two grandsons Two nines next to me in the Phantom Hul' line, big screen documentaries of Idi Amin Dada Tryin' to stay away from creeps with they bullshit Tryin' to pull me back in the streets War stories, funerals where feds be layin' From a dreadful slayin', body viewings at the wake Nigga sit stiff in his Ferrari, no casket With his eyelids still open, it's kinda spooky Iceman watch on, the suit Gucci I'm above the standard, but dudes is more zealous than Bradford Thinkin' you're too rich, they wanna gun ya Kidnap ya 'cause of they hunger But you fuckin' with hunters Camouflage and black hoods and dumped clips 'Cause real niggas die over dumb shit Camouflage and black hoods and dumped clips 'Cause real niggas die over dumb shit Fight, fist, dance, sucker (Come on, come on) Suicide, bounce, brother (Yeah, come on) Ice, whips, cash, nigga (Yeah, what you want now?) Bounce your big ass, mama (Yeah, let's go, let's go) Fight, fist, dance, sucker (Come on, huh) Suicide, bounce, brother (Uh, how you want it?) Ice, whips, cash, nigga (Yeah, let's get it goin', nigga) Bounce your big ass, mama (Yeah, come on) To y'all power structure, Nas is dangerous Y'all the antithesis, the opposite, twitch and shit All up in your body language Mean-mug at your bitch 'cause she leans over to look closer Told you, y'all sloppy gangsters, sayin' "Nas is this" and "Nas is that" Your eyes go front, your eyes go back Surprised I'm at the same place y'all be at It's obvious you don't know how I react Like, I don't know where the party's at You foamin' at the mouth, losin' breath like a cardiac arrest But I ain't impressed, 'cause the fact is Y'all don't really want it Two to the head, four to the stomach Call more security 'cause I cometh Anywhere you at, you scary cats, if you dare squeeze back Thine shall reign a thousand times harder than when I first came Y'all not relentless, y'all dumb And y'all just forgot about the consequences Not a jail sentence But see, the nigga you feed who kick it to dude that kick it to me We possess the recipes for death 'Cause jealousy destroys And feed the dog first, watch out for salmonella poisonin' I know a kid who throw shit in your food And say that's the way you kill a man, avoid the shootin', hey Fight, fist, dance, sucker (Come on) Suicide, bounce, brother (Yeah, come on) Ice, whips, cash, nigga (Yeah, what you want now?) Bounce your big ass, mama (Yeah, let's go, let's go) Fight, fist, dance, sucker (Come on, huh) Suicide, bounce, brother (Uh, how you want it?) Ice, whips, cash, nigga (Yeah, let's get it goin', nigga) Bounce your big ass, mama (Yeah, come on) You smile in my face Secretly I know you want my place You're waitin' on me to choke Don't want a nigga to breathe Wanna come cut my throat You wanna get rid of me But before I let it happen Them guns gon' start clappin' And y'all gon' rest in peace 'Cause death is the recipe Before I let it happen Them guns gon' start clappin' And y'all gon' rest in peace 'Cause death is the recipe Suicide, bounce, brother Suicide, bounce, brother Suicide, bounce, brother Suicide, bounce, brother