Lyrical Breakdown of Back from Hell - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Back from Hell" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Run-DMC weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Back from Hell" 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 Run-DMC 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 Run-DMC's narrative.
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On the lower level where the devils dwell
Comin' from the one, comin' back from hell
Peepin' out the window, checkin' on the criminals
Out in the yard, it's hard, but you're in
So you do your time and never let the time do ya
He lost his mind that's what the time'll do to ya
A brother in the box screamin' find a cigarette
Niggaz walkin' by ain't tryin' to hear that
So off to the Day Room, a fight in progress
A brother got sliced and diced over nonsense
D.O.I., Dead On the Island
The life the knife the price, for wigga-wildin'
Never a day, I say I'm not leavin'
Long as I live in a crib and I'm breathin'
Four years done, another one in a cell
Don't need nobody to come, cause I'll be back from hell
Fire and brimstone, sendin' 'em home
To the brownstone, and on the streets that he roamed
Before he got locked up, he sewed the whole block up
People would jock, because he cooked the rock
Caught by the cop, he's knocked, and now he's faceless
The spot was hot, he's Scott, that's what his name is
When he was out with clout, people surround him
Now that he's in the pen, niggaz downed him
Wait upstate, for the day, till they free the man
In '98, be straight, and then you'll see him again
Ready to kill, and steal, ill and build
A fly'r empire, higher, still runnin' the 'ville
Boy goin' to hell, another day in the dark
The brother wait in the park, blind faded and stalked
Naked, out to die and not movin'
He needs a fix by six that means you've been
Strung out, your lung out, foamin' with your tongue out
Back to hell and well, that's where you hung out
For the past and last year, your acts for cash here
Crash and smash any ass to get a blast yeah
The brother smother his mother, for another one
Then ill and kill, with the other son
For crack as well, the brother black he yell
You just stop and think, he's comin' back from hell
"From the depths of hell and you can smell the smoke!"