Lyrical Breakdown of In Cold Blood - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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I started small time, dope game, pushin on the corner

Twenty cent cook-up, fifty flippers if you want 'em

Full of formaldehyde, my clothes wreakin marijuana

Cops rollin up on us, my neighborhood's like a sauna

Pistol-grippin, insurin won't nobody run up on us

But if they do, fuck 'em, we murderous nickel-dome 'em

I ain't playin no games, I'm on a mission fo' the change

Motherfuck bein a lame, I'm ten toes in the game - deep

I can't slip, this whole world want me sleep

See I hustle like a predator and prey on the weak

And playin for keeps, cause see, it's a thin red line

Between a nigga gettin his, and me gettin mine

And plus I'm a nigga with that feelin like it's my time

And anybody standin in the way of that is dyin

I bust nine, how many times I gotta warn you?

I ain't the one, be pushin buttons in the sight of my gun

I'm the real live version of the Corleone family

So I spit this clearly, so you hoes'll understand me

One wrong move, and I'mma have to leave you for the goons

Catch you slippin asleep in your bedroom and then

Get you Audi, now what the fuck was this dude thinkin?

You can cheat the rules of the streets, and not leave stinkin?

I can squeeze without blinkin, I'm a cold-blooded nigga

Bank robber (ooh) I'm a natural born killer

Drug dealer, anything it took to survive

Even if it took a nigga to die, I'm a gangsta

I got a brick from a sucker that he wanted to move

But the whole while I'm cookin I'm like, "Fuck this dude"

It's on, thirty-six zones of my own

Keep the money fo' myself and take the work back home

Call that nigga on the phone (ay) I just got knocked

And the cops was askin bout you, come get me hot

Never showed, so fuck him and the money that I owed

I got a get rich quick scheme, steppin on the dope

It's cold, but that's it, I'm on it like I want it

And twenty-eight cash and change, the whole game on it

That means I'm on my feet and I can front the homies D

Break 'em off a couple of C, and double up they fee

Takin over, shoot up they spot, make it hot

And when the cops dry it out, put my work on the block

And if they wanna ride for they corners we ride right with 'em

Dummy move, whole thing, the goon squad get 'em

I can squeeze without blinkin, I'm a cold-blooded nigga

Bank robber (ooh) I'm a natural born killer

Drug dealer, anything it took to survive

Even if it took a nigga to die, I'm a gangsta

No mo' petty rock hustlin, I'm in for the run

And I'm fo'sho I'm gon' be murdered for this shit that I done

But I'mma die standin up cause I'm a stand up nigga

Fuck dyin like a bitch on my knees, I'm a killer

So don't nobody cry cause I was destined to get it

Just remember, I'm the one who took the dope game and flipped it

And pimped it, and destroyed everything in the way

Of me seein first motherfuckin light of the day

A trigger man, deadly as fuck with a loaded AK

Spot my enemy and kill him the American way

I turned a dream into reality, with a fuck you mentality

Silencin all these niggas in the neighborhood who challenged me

Family grievin from they loved one's mortality

He ain't got a reason to die then kill him, it's a tragedy

I can squeeze without blinkin, I'm a cold-blooded nigga

Bank robber (ooh) I'm a natural born killer

Drug dealer, anything it took to survive

Even if it took a nigga to die, I'm a gangsta

Right?