Lyrical Breakdown of Homicide Pt. 2 - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Homicide Pt. 2" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how YoungBoy Never Broke Again weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Homicide Pt. 2" 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 YoungBoy Never Broke Again 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 YoungBoy Never Broke Again's narrative.

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Woah Lil Top nigga Smoke Homicide, homicide, we know how to make momma's cry Catch 'em 'for he walk inside, bow bow, blrrt Crybaby, crybaby, walk down and we pull onside Fuck wrong with them people, talkin' crazy YoungBoy, I say, "Terminate 'em" Fuck wrong with them, ain't wastin' none of my lean, are you crazy? Have pistols totin' on the scene, that's my baby Four-five ho's 'round me, three-five stick's too I want to know when these pussy niggas got like this though Like why, why, why pussy niggas lyin' like they want my soul? All these niggas ho's, they all ho's Tell 'em fuck that tension, I'ma make sure that they know She said she don't smoke no dope Come with me, know what it is Stay up out my fuckin' house, this is not no place for kids She tellin' me she love me Bitch ain't poppin' pussy, she ain't stayin' over Know I pop the pussy, ain't no layin' on me Flawless diamonds, come and check the timin' Baby know I'm grimy, oh, baby know I'm slimey Make that ho go buy lil bro a stick Just so I can tell him to shoot shit up inside this bitch Pussy nigga I say Homicide, homicide, we know how to make momma's cry Kill her child, kill her child, we make fuckin' momma's cry People tell you lots of things, but choppa bullets never lie Never know who tellin' names, that's why they go to every side Homicide, homicide, we knowhow to make momma's cry Catch 'em 'for he walk inside, bow bow, blrrt Crybaby, crybaby, walk down and we pull onside Fuck wrong with them people, talkin' crazy YoungBoy, I say, "Termination"