Lyrical Breakdown of Mind Playin' Tricks 94 - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Mind Playin' Tricks 94" 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 "Mind Playin' Tricks 94" 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.
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I sit alone in my four-cornered room starin' at candles
Bro, that shit is on?
Let me drop some shit like this here
At night, I can't sleep, I toss and turn
Candlesticks in the dark, visions your body's been burned
Four walls just staring at a nigga
I'm paranoid, I'm sleeping with my finger on the trigger
My mother's always stressin' that ain't living right
But ain't going out without a fight
See, every time my eyes close, I start sweatin'
And blood starts coming out my nose
There's somebody watching me at
But I don't know who it is, so I'm watching my back
I can see 'em when I'm deep in the covers
While I awake, I don't see the motherfuckers
He owns a black hat like I own
A black suit and a cane like my own
Some might say, "Take a chill, B"
But fuck that shit, there's a nigga tryna kill me
I'm poppin' in the crib when the wind blows
Every 20 seconds got me peeping out my window
Investigating the joint for traps
Checking my telephone for texts
I'm staring at the woman at the corner
It's fucked up when your mind is playing tricks on ya
I made big money
I drive big cars
Everybody know me, it's like I'm a movie star
But late at night, something ain't right
I feel I'm bein' tailed by the same circus headlight
Then I ran out the block
Where did that nigga last week that I shot?
Weren't you the one that I beat for five thousand dollars?
Thought he had 'caine, but it was gold made out of flour
You stand on my seat, grandma, papa for the suckers
They are not used to me lying
I was scared of get a mothherfucker
Let the laughin' and pop eyes and burn that quick
If it's going down, let get this shit over with
There they come, just like I figured
I got my hand on the motherfuckin' trigger
When I saw 'em, they K ass start giggling
Three black cripple and crazy see your statuses
I live by the sword
I take my boys everywhere I go, because I'm paranoid
I keep looking all over my shoulder, peeping around corners
My mind is playin' tricks on me
My mind was playin' tricks on me