Lyrical Breakdown of Catch a Body - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Xzibit weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Catch a Body" 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 Xzibit 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 Xzibit's narrative.

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Yeah, so, uh You know, it To be honest The Coronavirus shit is really not that bad Ye- It's, listen Some of y'all niggas, this the first time Y'all got to be around your motherfuckin' kids And you, and you're out here Just havin' a great, everything is workin' out Shit is workin' out like a motherfucker, huh? Goddamn Let's go! California run up on you, hit you like a punching bag Disrespect me, racist, I will knock you into wish you had Life insurance, my endurance, athlete, Olympiad I can do it, nothin' to it, solid with my shaky past Achy breaky fakеy, hope he take me to thе promised land You can never hit a movin' target with no shaky hand Get you some security, that's gon' cost you few hundred grand You won't even see it, you'll be murdered by your closest man Watchin' who approaches, leave my name up out your stupid plans I'm too advanced, I'm too far in my bag to leave it up to chance That's why the hammer dances (Yeah), support my local ambulances The praying mantis, never sorry, attitude is rancid Yo, man, it's gotta be fucked up right now to be a side bitch Haha, I mean like, for real You callin' that nigga, that nigga ain't callin' You back, that nigga home with his family All you get is voicemail And you niggas out there, you wanna go Get some pussy, badder than a motherfucker Ayy, man Yo, Coronavirus makin' y'all niggas get in touch with your real lives Huh? Real shit Let's go No, I never say I'm sorry Smoke it down like a Marley Don't fuck around 'fore you catch a Round and your body found in the hallway And you know we did it our way You niggas actin' like Broadway That's the shit that get you killed broad Day, guess you gotta learn the hard way And no, I never took the safe route Just put in work 'til it worked out Mama prayin' at the church house That her son make it, don't get locked down It's a cold world and I'm out here Three hundred thou' in the deposit box Match your head like the barber shop Couple my niggas gettin' shot Around the clock, hustle, fuck, struggle Shit, I'm tryna see the other side 'Stead of prison, goin' on to business That's why a nigga grind in overdrive Play dirty, go for mine Sweep the leg, Cobra Kai D-O-A, you won't survive Serial kill 'em, no goodbyes So the world is openin' back up What have you learned about yourself on quarantine? Huh? If you didn't come out this motherfucker with a motherfuckin' Idea, a clue, a direction, a company, a hobby, a skill And you just sat on your ass this whole fuckin' time Fuck you Huh? Planet Earth It's our time, baby Let's go Got an obsession to give you a lesson So listen up close when I'm flexin' (Uh) It ain't a question of whether or not That I'm headed up in your direction (Uh) You need detention, I'm guessin' You need a session, I'm learnin' (Uh) In my profession, a passive aggressive Person is hurtin' for certain (Woah) I'm closin' the curtain, it doesn't Concern you, homie, I live in the moment Hear me, I own it and clearly I've shaken and broken another opponent If it don't broke, we don't fix it Only a rookie would risk it If they come coppin' a biscuit While I'm enjoyin' a brisket I'm in the first in the bubble, makin' a motherfucker seein' double Makin' 'em humble, they droppin' the ball When they run, they call it a fumble No apology, my anthology started you off on a odyssey Come with respect, better reflect before we perform the lobotomy And there you have it Another Serial Killer project Shoutout to Young D, shoutout to B-Real All the producers, all the engineers involved We love y'all, man, take care of each other Pray for each other, be well to each other, be good to each other, man We all we got Serial Killers Gang gang