Lyrical Breakdown of Usual Suspects - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how The Lox weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Usual Suspects" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Yeah, introducing The Suspects DMX, Ja Rule, L.O.X., Kadafi, Mic Geronimo My niggas What's all the noise about? Have some respect, shut the fuck up Drive-by, money talking shit, yo, back the truck up Y'all niggas don't respect me but you fear me And fear is better than respect, y'all niggas hear me If I smack the shit outta this nigga, his man over here is like "Yo, what nigga, what?" The big man is like, "Psych, yo" Take it from one extreme to the next And my shit always bounce like D-M-to the-X I can bring it from up here, enough is enough Down to I'da take a day to take off the cuffs I play with words, verbs and slurs, flip styles Take his and hers, niggas is cursed, I get wild So don't make me angry, you wouldn't like me when I'm angry Got a lot of enemies and they all like to bang me Nigga when I'm sleeping with one eye closed One guy chose the door, left one guy froze, filled with holes You're gonna be a long child before they touch this here It's got age, concierge, let's take it there, make a mill' a year With Bentleys, ice dripping off the jewels, daily Ja the one, what, y'all don't hear me, nigga? Y'all remember, CMC, '95 December Fine women, illegal tender, such is life When I feel like I aim to be held, who could hold me? Hoes try to console me, rec execs wanna own me Damn if I die slowly, drugged out, broke and lonely Like so many who cross roaded before me Ja hit 'em precisely, God just don't make too many like me Inadvertently shitting on the top 20 Y'all niggas kill me, talking like y'all can't be touched See, by the time y'all realize, I'll be done touched you up Blazed you up, your whole style chuck, nigga, what? Think again if you thought I gave a fuck [Verse 3: Jadakiss & (Method Man) Yo, yo, yo It's pitiful, everything's political But I got more rounds now so all y'all can get a few You know the shit that we be on, the three on Must be the money like Dion that we see on Players, you pop shit, I rather pop shells Twist L's, blow chaps with the rap cartel (Nigga) (One nation under gutter, L.O.X. style, I bring it to your mother) (Yeah) (Christ can get iced if he fuck with my brother) (You know who run New York so bump the undercovers) Yeah, it's a family affair, you find it rare My niggas stick together and none of us care We ain't got time for cages (Doing ages) Thinking of my crew (Holding my two razors) Locking in (Locking out), I play the block (Popping up), popping out (I like to shop) I get the finest clothes, top of the line guns (Honeys selling crack, put this pack on your son) It ain't my fault, I want a vault full of money (This shit is dead real, I seen a nigga shoot a honey) Now who's to blame when you bleed? (Ain't no answer) If it ain't a bullet, then I'ma die from cancer Puff out 'til my lungs is gone And nigga it's a war 'til the guns is gone Yeah, yo Giuliani showed me that Hell's another level Blessed by Allah, possessed by the Devil Born in this crime I was sworn to do And slaying you fake thugs is performing too I'ma bleed 2-5 'til my dying day Spraying the AK 'til this world decay If the Feds wanna stank, we gon' make them pay Cursing they whole life 'til they old and gray In the name of the Father and the Holy Spirit Will they murder me in Hell, crucify my lyrics? Only time ever tells and I know that you feel it All my niggas in the cell, yo, I'm with you in spirit Nothing nice 'bout a nigga when he doing his biz Coming home to the next man raising your kids To my thugs in the Bridge, hold your head 'Cause niggas is gon' feel it 'til they cold and dead Yeah, yeah, now Running with five niggas, criminal disguised niggas The live niggas, pull a MAC, what? Surprise niggas Holding my mic stiletto-like And fighting these waterhead brothers Niggas splash back, then take your life Sliding back from a 16, remember my brother told me "Lay back, Ace, duck and play it mellow" Seeing how I'm a young Othello Don't confuse me with them brothers who lost playing black dinero A force it is, getting tossed in cribs The rawest shit, we balling flawlessly Forever y'all brothers try but never to touch me The God heated up beyond the frequency Now it's time to put you niggas under pressure, we form Here I am, if it's on then it's on If the world was yours, could you keep it from a nigga like me? Hold your head, we about to see, motherfucker Yeah, unusual suspects Never suspect niggas Yeah, what, y'all thought I was gone? Never that, it's Vendetta Y'all'll see