Lyrical Analysis of...
Stop What Ya Doin(A Walk Through The Park)
- Just walking through the park, ressolect and recollecting the times I went through, hanging out with thug niggaz that'll stab you in the back steal your money in a snap of a finger whole crew run up on you, just for what dude? Drug money dude. We destroying ourself, pushing product out the hood, taking advantage of people cuz they poor and vulnerable.
- Listen, motherfuckers we gotta stop what we doin, pimps got these females prostituting. everyone in the hood all they care about is cash,drug money busting traps, stab you in the back steal your clientell motherfuckers need to learn that there making people misreble, so pitiful. It all comes down to my perspective, I'm quite intellectual chill with me and you will see, a day in the life of me
- Whatever happened to chillin back in the day, drinking 40z smoking blunts in Smokeys Den all those days are gone, a heroin epidemic just hit long island, and everyones doing drugs nobody seems to give a fuck anymore, turnt out on drugs, bitches spread her legs like a whore niggas overdose and they throw them out they car
- Listen, people, it all comes down to my perspective, I'm quite intellectual, chill with me and you'll see,
- Niggas be deliverin junk food to the fiends at the dope shed, smoking sherm til my brain explodes, no snitching street code confidential informents working for the cops, if they get popped who gives a fuck, catch snitch jackets gettin shanked in the showers, My words rain over you like a shower, mayflower hey how are ya, call me Vic, the sick twisted Jewish Red Inferno, like Disco Inferno I'll burn blunts and make you learn bro these streets ain't equal son life is cheap on the corner go to manhatten get kidnapped and killed never seen again while bitches get fucked in the back of a van pimps prostitutes and nymphos motherfuckers it goes deep
- Even worse be trading drugs for food stamps starving to death at the fiend spot down in the heights My niggas used to be real, used to be tight, now my niggas are fucked up in the head, junkie fiends on the block shooting dope and smoking rock, people puttin that garbage in they lungs smoking crack in the heights.
- We gotta stop what we doin, smoke blunts instead of hustling dogfood and krills, people spend all their money and can't pay their bills. What if they have a family whos gonna take care of them? You, no I don't think so son.
- Fuck the drugs, we killing eachother, get shot over deals gone wrong, fuck that shit, I'd rather take hits from the bong
- Hard times ahead for bums drinking by the stores, speedimart and handy pantry got the hookers and their clients hidden behind closed doors. It's war in these streets,
- All these niggas I know, claiming they real, claiming they turf, claiming they hard, but really they just scared in their mind, pussy thoughts in their brain whats really lying beneath, bitch niggaz talk out there mouth, sounds like a queef talk a lot of shit with no regret, never real in the hoods I roam around, never gave a fuck til I claimed SMokey, jewel incrested crown, OG smokes like OG lokes.
- Stop what ya doin, you always carrying knives or a gun, you think it's all fun? No, it'll end you up in jail, nobody gives a fuck and nobody will give you bail. Instead drink yourself to sleep puking in a garbage pale. Behind bars sick in jail Male to Female action is just another fraction, eating eachother out like ms pac men. Play ghost like I'm dead, overdose on drugs, I made my own bed.
- lifes too short, capture the moment savor it and own it like you know it. I'm just rapping for the youth, people chilling in the park sparking a blunt like a dot no cops in the spot drive home drunk, sirens behind you slam on the handbreak and make a fucking turn, turn around your life, fuck living in the sewers. Live ur life to the fullest, you only live once dumb prick, so toughen up, you assholes keep fucking up.
LYRICAL GRADE
B+
RHYME DENSITY
0
RHYME LENGTH
Rhyme Syllables
420
Total Syllables
935
Rhyming Lines
12/20
Unique Words
60.9%
Slang
8%
Profanity
5.2%
Avg. Syllables Per Word
1.41
Word Cloud
walking through park ressolect recollecting times went hanging out thug niggaz that'll stab back steal money snap finger whole crew run up dude drug destroying ourself pushing product hood taking advantage people cuz poor vulnerable listen motherfuckers gotta stop doin pimps females prostituting everyone care cashdrug busting traps clientell need learn making misreble pitiful comes down perspective i'm quite intellectual chill see day life whatever happened chillin drinking 40z smoking blunts smokeys den those days gone heroin epidemic hit long island everyones doing drugs nobody seems give fuck anymore turnt bitches spread legs whore niggas overdose throw car you'll deliverin junk food fiends dope shed sherm til brain explodes snitching street code confidential informents working cops popped gives catch snitch jackets gettin shanked showers words rain over showermayflower hey ya call vic sick twisted jewish red inferno disco i'll burn make brothese streets ain't equal son cheap corner go manhatten kidnapped killed never seen again fucked van prostitutes nymphos goes deep even worse trading stamps starving death fiend spot heights used real tight now head junkie block shooting rock puttin garbage lungs crack smoke instead hustling dogfood krills spend can't pay bills family whos gonna take don't think killing eachother shot deals wrong shit i'd hits bong hard ahead bums stores speedimart handy pantry hookers clients hidden behind closed doors it's war know claiming turf really scared mind pussy thoughts whats lying beneath bitch talk mouth sounds queef lot regret hoods roam around gave claimed smokey jewel incrested crown og smokes lokes always carrying knives gun fun it'll end jail bail drink yourself sleep puking pale bars male female action another fraction eating ms pac men play ghost dead made bed lifes short capture moment savor rapping youth chilling sparking blunt dot drive home drunk sirens slam handbreak fucking turn living sewers live ur fullest once dumb prick toughen assholes keep
Profanity
niggaz, motherfuckers, fuck, bitches, whore, niggas, Niggas, fucked, Fuck, shit, pussy, bitch, fucking, prick, assholes
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