Lyrical Breakdown of Born to Kill (feat. Jeezy) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Born to Kill (feat. Jeezy)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Rick Ross feat. Jeezy weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Born to Kill (feat. Jeezy)" 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 Rick Ross feat. Jeezy 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 Rick Ross feat. Jeezy's narrative.

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(That's the only question I got for you) Huh, flowers on my grave, doves in the sky Rats in the sewer dance when I die Champagne in the shower, toast when I cry I was born to kill, livin' is a crime Nikes in the box until the money fill it Ski mask in my pocket so don't make me peel it Yayo in my blood, it's like I need a rush Head all in your system, pussies need a flush Choppers on the seat as I listen to Meek Speakin' less to niggas as bodies increase See me on your set, better check your circumference Might end up on your back and not being responsive I was forced to kill 'cause I want to live And if you wanna buy a crib they give you thirty years Me against the world, pistol in your clutch They like to call it freedom, is was never such Niggas on the porch, weed in the blunts You go against the team, you ain't seen in months Bitch nigga died, bitch niggas die Flowers on his grave, doves in the sky Pockets full of money and I need the most I tell 'bout what you are, you niggas needle's low Bitches know you broke just lookin' at your hoes They need some newer purses in the shit they post Kilo in the mornin', skip the cappuccino Bomb under my car like I was Al Pacino Flowers for a king, flowers for a king So, the very day I die, this song you sing Flowers on my grave, doves in the sky Rats in the sewer dance when I die Champagne in the shower, toast when I cry I was born to kill, livin' is a crime Nikes in the box until the money fill it Ski mask in my pocket so don't make me peel it Yayo in my blood, it's like I need a rush Head all in your system, pussies need a flush (Let's go, Snow) I ain't playin' wit' 'em, no way, no how Got the 40 in my 'didas sweats right now, boom I'm knockin' everythin' down, bowl three strikes Had to count up all the paper, took me three nights Pray the Lord protect my soul, I'm just tryin' to make it Had to leave them niggas 'lone, they was thinkin' basic So many hunnids in my pocket like some Hammer pants Shit be funny till you ridin' in that ambulance Say my name three times, I'm the Candy Man So many birds outside call it Candy Land Pussy nigga turned to owls, they like "Who, nigga?" Brought them bananas for the monkeys at the zoo, nigga Flowers on my grave, doves in the sky Rats in the sewer dance when I die Champagne in the shower, toast when I cry I was born to kill, livin' is a crime Nikes in the box until the money fill it Ski mask in my pocket so don't make me peel it Yayo in my blood, it's like I need a rush Head all in your system, pussies need a flush Powers of position I'm addicted to That's what sweepin' up the block just for a nick will do I put down nickel rocks just in the nick of time Now that S500 Benz just circle fifty times Hunnid shots, don't make me put that 50 down But when that bitch go off, I bet it make a nigga proud Walk up on you and he make a piggy sound Then I'm back to the strip club to blow a bitch' allowance We know them niggas tellin' but we hustle harder I was born to kill, I pray I die a martyr You should die today but I'ma try tomorrow I always end a threat that's followed by the flowers I just got a phone call, that boy Bo Diddley home I bet in thirty days that boy be fifty strong Race to get a million just the way we think Middle of the summer in a cheetah mink Kilo in the mornin', skip the cappuccino Bomb under my car like I was Al Pacino Flowers for a king, flowers for a king So, the very day I die, this song you sing Flowers on my grave, doves in the sky Rats in the sewer dance when I die Champagne in the shower, toast when I cry I was born to kill, livin' is a crime Nikes in the box until the money fill it Ski mask in my pocket so don't make me peel it Yayo in my blood, it's like I need a rush Head all in your system, pussies need a flush