Lyrical Breakdown of Suicide - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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[Intro: Redman (Blam)] Gilla, yeah! Man, fuck that, nigga! (Yeah, yeah, yeah!) Yes, sir! Gilla House! You already know the business, nigga! Gilla House, nigga! [Verse 1: Redman] Yo, you ain't gotta' ask, dog - who am I? I walk in the street, my middle finger in the sky And ever since a young boy, I had the hunger in my eye So when you cut the check, if you don't gimmie mine [Chorus: Blam] It's a - suicide, it's a suicide It's a - suicide, it's a suicide It's do or die If you want that GRIT And you're about the DOUGH Better do it like a G, baby! [Bridge: Redman (Blam)] They call me crazzzzzzzzzay I walk around like I just don't care Once you get a grip If I have to, I'll grab my fifth And throw shit up, put your hands in the air I'm a liiiiiiiiiiiiive wiiiiiiiiiiire! (Gilla goodie with the glamour) (Now it's time to bust!) (Know what it is, when you're fuckin' wit' us!) [Chorus: Blam] It's a - suicide, it's a suicide It's a - suicide, it's a suicide It's do or die Suicide, it's a suicide It's do or die -- suicide, it's a suicide Suicide, it's a suicide It's a - suicide, it's a suicide It's do or die If you want that GRIT And you're about the DOUGH Better do it like a G, baby! [Verse 2: Redman] Redman, (Bak Inda Buildin') -- YES! I got strippers on the pole They like "Aiiiiiyyyo!" Nigga, I got flow My jewels is drippin' All on the nuts, 'cause I do shit different Doc is chillin', Jerz is chillin' What can I say - fuck your feelin's Dog, if you broke, you got it wrong I'm tryna be (Paid In Full) like Mitch's home, nigga! Ring the alarm, Redman crack And if you get sleepy, then go take a nap! My boys in the 'Lac, I'm right there wit' 'em They ask, "What's that?" "This shit here, nigga?" "This shit here, nigga?" This shit called Def SQUAD, proceed to rock your project! You far from a threat like "Who is you?" Better relax and say "What's up, baby boo?" [Bridge: Redman (Blam)] They call me crazzzzzzzzzay I walk around like I just don't care Once you get a grip If I have to, I'll grab my fifth And throw shit up, put your hands in the air I'm a liiiiiiiiiiiiive wiiiiiiiiiiire! (Gilla goodie with the glamour) (Now it's time to bust!) (Know what it is, when you're fuckin' wit' us!) [Chorus: Blam] It's a - suicide, it's a suicide It's a - suicide, it's a suicide It's do or die Suicide, it's a suicide It's do or die -- suicide, it's a suicide Suicide, it's a suicide It's a - suicide, it's a suicide It's do or die If you want that GRIT And you're about the DOUGH Better do it like a G, baby! [Verse 3: Redman] Understand that Gilla House (Bak Inda Buildin') -- YES! If you can't get a job, I feel your stress! You can smell the (Funk), when the (Master Flex) It's underground, nigga - (Protect Ya Neck) Yeah, Bricks is chillin', Staten chillin' What can we say - fuck your feelings! Big girls like "Redman the shit!" I had dreams of fuckin' me a fat chick! (Bee-atch!) Let's do this, (Red Gone Wild) I'm like a warrior tryna get to Coney Isle Boy, I'm hood down, so don't try to play me For that (C.R.E.A.M.), I get a little Crazzzzzzzzzzzzay! Yeah, my attitude is rude like "Fuck you, pay me!" Stay on my grind I'll show you how to make 100 thou' from a dime! Fuckin' wit' mine It's a - SUICIDE!