Lyrical Breakdown of Death Becomes You - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Pete Rock weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Death Becomes You" 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 Pete Rock 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 Pete Rock's narrative.

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To bring you down, bust it off To bring you down Uh, make shot one time for the Mecca don To bring you down and the Soul Brother #1 To bring you down Y'all get done with the YG Menace II Society To bring you down, feel the real steel, the hot metal To bring you down, to bring you down It's the Killa Bee, kill rugged, skill vest often And land your fuckin' asses in a coffin, what? You see cold steel, you niggaz wanna mill' like Shaquille O' Neal Bullets are real, cock it back and then I peal off Fuck the kamikaze Mecca is on the shotty hottie The cops are runnin' white chalk around your dead body Abandon ship, niggaz are ready to flip and bag a punk They can't fight next night, twistalism by your grave sight Over, yes, you over six feet under You see, I'm not at ease you're diseased A reason for the treason, hunt season I'm from rabbit ordeal Where niggaz kick the beer loungin' off block Till the early morn', word is bond, another brother gone Would've been bullshit, quick talkin' with nines and banana clips For million with bloodshed, the color red, two through the fuckin' head Man, you're dead, death becomes you So listen, to bring you down So listen, to bring you down So listen, to bring you down So listen, to bring you down So listen, to bring you down So listen, to bring you down So listen, to bring you down So listen, to bring you down Infrareds locked on yo' heads, here come the feds Freeze now when I squeeze hot metal breeze Right through your arteries to bring you to your knees I think he's dyin' black I got the track to send you silly ass niggaz back Snatch you hoe, stab you pimp and watch him limp away I fiend luchi till I'm fucked up old and gray Hey, dog, I send you to the morgue I'm from the Vernon ville blood spills shells drop And when it go pop, pop, my glock hit that niggaz nut 'Cause I'm one of the hard ox's smokin' Motherfuckers like crack rocks huh, so back up Be ghost when I keep my toast murder she wrote, yo Fully equipped with this death blow, flippin' Because I'm on the level like the rebel Crazy bodies and tombstones Straight to the devil nigga light in ya bed's right Because ya tune from me let miss due Strictly nigga death becomes you So listen, to bring you down So listen, to bring you down So listen, to bring you down So listen, to bring you down So listen, to bring you down So listen, to bring you down So listen, to bring you down So listen, to bring you down So listen to what we say Because this type a shit it happens everyday No resurrection with protection slay cut up in the blender Just like Mohammad blowin' up the World Trade Center The hell raiser burner blazer stressin' major caution See the Mecca Don swirvin' a tongue like Jordan Anything you cherish I perish, I'm here to roll And now your bucks are big, and let out ya asshole Gun smoke when the hood is broke and need the riches 'Cause all this nigga want is more dough and more bitches Buck, buck, buck, buck, rat, tat, tat, I'm on a mission nigga I shoots to kill when I pull the motherfuckin' trigger I'm sick in the head, I'm crazy I'm fuckin' wild I swear to God, I come from the P now I'm Menace like Dennis, so don't try to play me close I wave my gun in the air yo I don't fuckin' care It's Pete Rock on the mic check one, two I got the glock, nigga, death becomes you So listen, to bring you down So listen to what we say Because this type a shit it happens everyday To bring you down, so listen