Lyrical Breakdown of Born And Raised Compton - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Born And Raised Compton" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how The Game weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Born And Raised Compton" 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 The Game 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 The Game's narrative.
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Aight
Now everybody wanna know the truth about a nigga named Game
I come from the hub and every ghetto ain't the same
A lot of people already know exactly where it's at
'Cause it's the home of the jackers and the crack
Yeah that's the name of my hometown
I'm goin down, in the town, where my name is all around
And niggas just be hatin' and shit, that's a pity
But I ain't doin' nuttin' but claimin' my city
See my lyrics are double or nothin' provin' to suckers I can throw 'em
Pass the natural ten to four and six-eight before I go
Not really into freestylin', or tryin' to promote violence
But they gotta know about the five-five-fo', so
And that's how I'm livin, I do as I please B
A young gangsta put in work on these Cali streets
And everybody knows that you gotta be stompin'
If you're born and raised in Compton
Now Compton is a place, where all my niggas chill dog
'Til I found out, the streets get real dog
'Bout a year ago, somebody must a wanted me to die
'Cause they kicked in the door, and gave the young kid five
They musta thought that I was gon' play the bitch role
'Cause I lived through fo' five six holes
But I ain't goin out like no faggot-ass clown
They found, they couldn't keep a gangsta nigga down
So here's the burner in your face motherfucker silly sucker
Ass clucker now you're duckin' 'cause you can't stop a Y.G
Gangsta, 'cause I'm true to my Game
You're lame, and thangs ain't gon' never be the same
'Cause a nigga like the Game is takin' over
I really don't think I should have to explain
Oh yeah I'm a dog but my name ain't Rover
And I'm the kinda nigga that's feelin' no pain
Sometimes I have to wear a bulletproof vest
Because I got the C-P-T style written across my chest
A gangsta motherfucker never ceasin' to impress
My name is young Game so you can fuck, the rest
I'm comin' like this and I'm comin' directly
'Cause niggas gettin all stirred up, I'm doin damage quite effectively
Rhymin is a battlezone and niggas can't win
'Cause I'm a gangsta from the C-O-M-P-T-O-N