Lyrical Breakdown of Crisis - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Crisis" 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 "Crisis" 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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(Jansport J)
It's a struggle, my nigga
(Hit-Boy)
How can you believe in Christ in a crisis? (Yeah)
How can you hold onto life, feeling lifeless?
I finally seen the light
On that five point seven, when I squeezed that night
I heard the words from my reverend
I don't do much but stack chips and write hits
Get streamed by your bitch
Put smoke in the sky
Bumpin' do or die
I run the enterprise
Wagyu with the fries, champagne on the side
I'm rubbin' on her thigh, I forgot how we met
If we did do a scene, it'd be rated triple X
I like Mary J. Blige and a great massage
It cost a few hundred if you wanna see me live
Every time I see a car lot, I go inside
It's crazy that I got my own label like Clyde
It's crazy that I got my own label like Ja
You know I had a life before you, girl, why you cryin'?
How can you believe in Christ in a crisis? (Yeah)
How can you hold onto life, feeling lifeless?
I finally seen the light
On that five point seven, when I squeezed that night
I heard the words from my reverend
I don't do much, the kid just layin' in the cut
Ain't no love lost, you see me with the thang clutched
Nigga try to catch up, where I'm goin', ain't no fun
Where you goin' ain't no guns, ain't no hatin', ain't no lovin', ain't no zaza
No Hennesy, no Blood, Crips, no enemies
My frenemies act finicky, on L gang, I'm went in, G
Hit-Boy and Big Hit, yup, we in this bitch
You addicted to that real hip-hop, come get your fix
He grew up in bull spittin', I grew up in hard phrases
Gut clenchin', heart wrenchin', burnt out on blood spillin'
Stay on the mission, what the fuck I got to live for?
Huh, I guess the same shit that I kill for
How can you believe in Christ in a crisis? (Yeah)
How can you hold onto life, feeling lifeless?
I finally seen the light
On that five point seven, when I squeezed that night
I heard the words from my reverend
I don't do much but yank the 911 clutch
Feel like I'm above the law, word to my nigga Big Hutch
I don't do much but fuck bitches you can't touch
The ones who pussy so good, you let 'em leave hair in your brush, uh
Pour some Don with my nigga DOM
Like Big Hit's last bid, shit, it done been some time
Let the Daytona spin like the shrooms
That a bunch of bad bitches took in a overcrowded room
I don't do much but smoke Gelato
Shiesty on like I'm hidin' from my family and just won the lotto
Heard Cardi single, I might slide, full throttle
If she never see it, fuck her, the nigga really wanted Latto
Live my life on the edge, broken bottles
Draco leanin' on the wall like I'm from Southside Chicago
But I'm just a Compton nigga with a attitude
Rappin' over my 60th Hit beat, that's Nip's gratitude
Yeah, Big Hit, DOM KENNEDY, The Game, nigga
Hit-Boy on the beat, killin' shit as always, haha