Lyrical Breakdown of Murder - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Murder" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Young Thug weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Murder" 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 Young Thug 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 Young Thug's narrative.
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Murder she wrote
No bird, I'm pickin' peacock trees
I'm just trying to raise it up for all the seeds
Don't play or I send all the bees
And this bitch tryna get a hold of these bees
I remember ridin' around with .223s
But I'm thankful for my giving, no knees
Any blunts that we smoke bigger than leaves
12 smell 'em, they tryna pull up and make us leave
Young Thugger be Pillsbury Dough, baby
Young Thugger take a brick and make it snow baby
Young Thugger turn a nine into a ho baby
When you leave Thug, you gotta change the clothes baby
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Murder she wrote
Now ever since I can remember
I've thugged my car tryna get a couple dollars, woah
Got more handguns than choppers
More choppers than rastas
Got more rastas than followers, woah
You can't go near my style, you'se a young thug imposter
Lyin' in this jungle, call me Young Thug Mufasa
We just livin' life and like a flu car you cop us
And if a nigga bases is loaded, we red sock 'em
Stop my grind and now I'm ridin', I'm gone kill your friend
Do it smart, even though it's a sin, you won't see the pen
I got work, we get bands and I won't be your man
And if you get it, understand, I said I won't be your man
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Murder she wrote