Lyrical Breakdown of The Diary - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "The Diary" 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 "The Diary" 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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What, fade me how?

Shit, on this rap shit

Come on, nigga

I brought my chopper an' my hard hat

The shit's fucked up now show a nigga where the war at

'Cause I'm about to clean house

Stick this AK up your ass an' blow that fucker clean out

'Cause you niggas in the wrong

You came up short an' now we finna get it goin' on

I ain't your average motherfucker

You step out of line an' watch a motherfucker bust ya

'Cause you done came at me the wrong way

I ain't no Clint Eastwood, nigga

An' you done picked the wrong day

So bring your ass to the battleground

Rat a tat tat, like that is how my gat'll sound

Avoid no niggas 'cause niggas be human

I squeeze the trigger an' niggas be movin'

'Cause I don't point it in the air

An' pull the trigger, why?

I'd rather point it at yo' ass an' watch the nigga die

I gives a fuck about your team mates

When it's all said an' done

You're gonna wish you never seen 'Face

You shoulda seen that lil' nigga, Brad

James through here, seen Dave an' yo, that nigga bad

An' your homies better stand still

Don't make my brother Warren bust one of you bitches

'Cause the man will

Don't bring your ass to my picnic

'Cause I done had it up to here

With all you niggas talkin' that bitch shit

So you better get your shit right

I'm from the state where you rarely see

A motherfuckin' fist fight

It's all about the gun blast

So you can miss me with that bullshit

You spittin' with your punk ass

It's 'The Diary' of a born killer

Don't have to worry about me fallin' off this thang

'Cause I'm a strong nigga

Doubt my regard of the hard

With niggas behind me from East Oakland to the South Park

I've got the mind of the man right behind you

You can run, you can hide but I'll still find you

Like I say, there's no getaway

An' I'm gon' have it where

Your family'll have to throw your shit away

It's the return of the real niggas

I'm prejudiced to a certain extent but still I kill niggas

I'll bust that ass on the fuckin' double

So push on with that ho' shit, bitch

'Cause you don't want trouble

So get your ass up of my shoestrings

An' let your shermed nigga do things

Ay, ay, ay, where you finna go, fool?

I can't fuck with it, you got it, man

Come on, man, you wanna rap, nigga?

I can't do it, come on

You see, you see

That's how motherfuckers is, dog

That's how motherfuckers be, punk ass hoes