Lyrical Breakdown of 12 Pass the Itchy - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "12 Pass the Itchy" 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 "12 Pass the Itchy" 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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[Intro] Playa. Face Mob got fiyah! (Squab, wit de bumba claat, wanna run up on me) [Chorus] Pass the itchy to the lefthand side Fuckin wit me fi sho' the niggy gon' die Don't miss ya water 'til ya well run dry Pass the itchy to the lefthand side [Scarface] See now slang don't stop, my game come cocked Scarface back at'cha fin' to lock down your block Easy now lil' homey you don't wanna start static Cause you know I come equipped I got niggaz with automatics And these niggaz they keep they game face on Have your momma singin the same ol' song Of how you lived so fast and you died, so wrong But since you ready to ride then come on Gangsta, live it breathe it and shit it Makin for motherfuckin sure you don't forget it I'm a Southside rider, anybody killer Guarantee ya don't wanna fuck with this nigga Now, who wanna test me then come on come test Fuckin with me nigga you fuckin with the best Grab ahold to the tec, put a hole in your chest Grab your ass by the neck then lay your soul to rest [Chorus] - 2X [Scarface] I been be's on a nigga, put these on a nigga Squeeze on a nigga, now ease on nigga 'Fore you get peed on nigga, you know what I'm about I'm a nigga from the ghetto, comin straight out the South Keep my name out your mouth, 'fore I pop up at your house Put a bullet in your spouse and set a flame and bounce I'm the wrong nigga to deal with, cause I be on some real shit Worst one to play with, so careful what you say bitch Y'all be on some gay shit, my heart pump the G shit Don't start shit won't be shit, cause I'll expose your weakness With a gun at the playground, makin niggaz lay down And your ass like stay down, the fuck you gotta say now? Niggaz is silent when the pistol's in they face And the barrel's in they teeth and they breathin the oily taste And the reaper's standin over ya heavin can hardly wait For the heathen to squeeze it and leave you leanin on the gates [Chorus] - 2X