Lyrical Breakdown of Murder Was The Case - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Murder Was The Case" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Snoop Dogg weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Murder Was The Case" 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 Snoop Dogg 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 Snoop Dogg's narrative.

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Ayy, ayy, JC (hey, now you know) What's up Enron (inhale, exhale with my flow) Ain't that Snoop Dogg over there? What, that nigga with that blue coat on? (Breakaway) Yeah (come again, like this) Hell yeah, that's the nigga (the LB to the C, two times, don't miss) Nigga, roll up on the side of him, man ('cause if you do) Roll your window down (you break you get broke) Man, hand me my motherfucking Glock man, give me another clip (me and Mr. G and the Indo smoke) 'Cause I'm finna smoke this fool Yeah, roll the window down Yeah, okay there he go Ayy man, you Snoop Dogg? Snoop, Snoop Doggy Dogg? (huh?) Man, you Snoop Dogg fool Man, fuck that nigga Nigga, man Get that nigga, man Man, get up fool, man (get up), get up man, he trying to run, man Dump on that fool man, I don't give a fuck (what? Get that sucker now) Fuck you, nigga, uh Yeah nigga, what's up? Nigga Yeah, mothafucka Yeah nigga, one less nigga (yeah, yeah) Yeah nigga, you's a dead motherfucker now (fuck that nigga, man) As I look up at the sky My mind starts tripping, a tear drops my eye My body temperature falls I'm shaking and they breaking tryna save the Dogg Pumping on my chest and I'm screaming I stop breathing, damn I see demons Dear God, I wonder can you save me I can't die, my boo boo's 'bout to have my baby I think it's too late for praying, hold up A voice spoke to me and it slowly started saying (Bring your lifestyle to me, I'll make it better) How long will I live? (Eternal life and forever) Oh, will I be the G that I was? (I'll make your life better than you can imagine or even dreamed of So relax your soul, let me take control Close your eyes my son) My eyes are closed Murder, murder was the case that they gave me Murder, murder was the case that they gave me I'm fresh up out my coma I got my mama and my daddy and my homies in my corner It's gonna take a miracle they say For me to walk again and talk again but anyway I get fronted some P's to get back on my feet And everything that nigga said came to reality Living like a baller loc Having money and blowing hella chronic smoke I bought my mama a Benz, and bought my boo boo a Jag' And now I'm rolling in a nine-trizzay El Do-Rad (Just remember who changed your mind 'Cause when you start set-tripping, that ass is mine) Indeed, agreed proceed to smoke weed Never have a want, never have a need They say I'm greedy but I still want mo' 'Cause my eyes wanna journey some more, really doe, check it out Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord, my soul to keep If I should die, before I wake I pray the Lord, my soul to take No more indo, gin and juice I'm on my way to Chino, rolling on the Grey Goose Shackled from head to toe Twenty-five with a izz-el, with nowhere to gizzo, I know Them niggas from the other side recognize my face 'Cause it's the O.G. D-O-double-G, L-B-C Mad dogging niggas 'cause I don't care Red jumpsuit with two braids in my hair Niggas stare as I enter the center They send me to a level, three yard, that's where I stay Late night I hear toothbrushes scraping on the floor Niggas getting they shanks, just in case the war, pops off 'Cause you can't tell what's next My little homie Baby Boo took a pencil in his neck And he probably won't make it to see twenty-two I'll put that on my mama, I'ma ride for you Baby Boo Murder, murder was the case that they gave me Murder, murder was the case that they gave me Murder, murder was the case that they gave me Murder, murder was the case that they gave me