Lyrical Breakdown of D.O.A - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Twista weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "D.O.A" 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 Twista 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 Twista's narrative.

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Dead on arrival Swear to God I'ma kill him as if I done put my hands on the Bible Get him cause I'm liable to rock a motherfucker off especially if I get my hands on the rifle Do the damn thang Nothin that can stop a nigga, pop a nigga off as if you are champagne Put him in the ambulance but ain't no resusitation cause he done got knocked off point blank range It's a crisis the way niggaz'll pull up or shoot Last week, the streets just put him in a coupe This week, the streets just put him in a suit Six feet under with dirt on top of the roof Put him in the grave People standin over your body and they wonderin if his soul'll be saved Or if it has risen or if it will be forbidden by the way you was doin shit that could've put you in prison Now you ain't with the livin, cause you wasn't the shooter or didn't know how to shoot Either way feel the fury or I'll make the block cripple Come in like a mosh pit'll be the nigga knowin if he bust the Glocks it'll put you up in the hospital And when you on the way And they get a look at the way that the bullets spray Everybody about to know that we don't play Makin sure that your body arrive D.O.A. Or dead on arrival (dead on arrival)... Dead on arrival... Dead on arrival Saw him roll up on the block and put some shots up in the head of a rival Then up on the passanger side of the vehicle he hit you with the artillery simply cause he didn't like you Shoulda knew not to piss him off Catch a disease of a gun cause it'll cough Better watch your mouth If you see some grown folks of a higher pedigree especially if it be your boss These lil' niggaz ain't playin Soon as you come up and start talkin shit then they sprayin Want you to ride in the whip then they stand Soon as they see the nigga hit then they ran Straight got jokes They don't want no part of a nigga that's comin at 'em ambitiously with the toast Point blank range if you let 'em too close Send up for homicide, body was lookin gross Probably off wit'cha head If him in the scene was comin to the war Christ off, lights off And this ain't no "Walking Dead" They get rid of you, if they throw the body in the white chalk might cough No talkin to the Feds, they hit 'em fast Try to retaliate, but they gon' get his ass And they ain't gon' be able to revive him in the ambulance They just gon' pick him up and zip him in the bag Dead on arrival... Dead on arrival... Dead on arrival (dead on arrival)