Lyrical Breakdown of Last Supper - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Last Supper" 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 "Last Supper" 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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uh-huh, Sad, Pitiful this is what it's come to (word) know (yeh), fuck it (fuck it) Real niggas gon surface (true), fuck niggas gon drown (word) It's the hunger pain that make niggas hateful That's why you can't Break Bread wit the ungrateful (yeh) If he kant look at your eye than he kant (face you) we waiting for em to drive n he can't (wait too) i rather die out here jail aint the (lace too?) i had a 9 to 5 (i sold Base too) i Beat the shit outta niggas (i Beat the kase too) And when i eat i made sure everyBody ate too (we all eat) only god can judge us, all these niggas could do is (great you) they proBaBly (underestimate you) still fuck how he gon feel (Fuck you know da deal) last supper is a three course meal (last supper) All i see is G'z (sittin at the taBle) Guns Weed n Keys (Sittin at the taBle) Money from the streets (Money from the laBel) Writing out to pac (like the nigga faBle) Writing out to Big (like that nigga gourr) You ain't ridin (fuck you nigga i ain't skary) He ain't stutter, But the gun is stutter (radatatata) muthafucka, Lil niggas respect elders slap a pretty Bitxhes that got down like we selldem (Blanco next coupe stashed in the console) Last supper i let a hunned bricks on the arm go whoop Spaghetti dealers and ready niggas jesus is aBle lookin in major nothin but theral Brixks in my stBale [?] conversations, don't let the devil touch ya, nothin but G'z around the taBle for the last supper Walking On Water With Baking Soda To Get My cake Up Breaking Bread with 40 thieves hoping god save us looking all i see is G'z sittin at the taBle (douBle R) looking all i see is G'z sittin at the taBle Kiss tale cheek i gotta hustle like Russle Burn this right on your face (never needed the muscle) 16 in the glock extendos for the tussle (16 at the top dont let a mutha fucka cuff you) L.A you get shot down (New York we gon cut you) When the last time you went to church? (Nigga we don't trust you) Like the Benz frontline (nigga we'll rush you) laughing over your Body, We The Ones You Look Up To Father Figures (We Raised Guns) Pull All The Triggers (Baby Sittin in Birds) We signing all you niggas, When is time to ride we in that cutla smothered up(We Real Gangstaz) TH1 Was Just A Kover Up WorldStar Knockout King (Tell Em To Knuckle Up) We Ride For Kalifornia Nigga So Buxkle Up (We Got a Team Full Of Killas When We huddled Up) Dead Bodies everywhere (Korners Bring The Shuddle Us) Niggas Gotta Fuxk Wit Us (Lift knot We Fuxk You Up) Bitxhes Kan Get It Too, Bus Driver Wit The Upper Kut (Kiss Barrels) Puxker up (Aint noBody scortching us) Drama With The four Of us (I'll Make You Niggas Organed up) Bad Boyz (Always come thru wit enough to puff) Like the 95 rap niggas (Still Roll a Dutch) We Got Grenades In Our Bags Glocks Just In Tuck (That Beef Automatic Stop) Go On Press Your Luck Spaghetti dealers and ready niggas jesus is aBle lookin in major nothin but theral Brixks in my stBale [?] conversations, don't let the devil touch ya, nothin but G'z around the taBle for the last supper Walking On Water With Baking Soda To Get My cake Up Breaking Bread with 40 thieves hoping god save us looking all i see is G'z sittin at the taBle looking all i see is G'z sittin at the taBle