Until the End of Time
Words 2 My First Born
2Pac
Lyrics & Rhyme Analysis
27
End
189
Internal
63
Multi
232
Slant
10
Chain
Rhyme Groups — hover to spotlight
[Chorus: 2Pac]
My words to my firstborn✦
My words to my firstborn✦
[Verse 2: 2Pac]
Since my very✦ first day on this Earth, I was cursed✦
So, I knew that the birth of a child would make my life worse
And though it hurt me, there was no distortion✦
'Cause wild seeds can't grow, we need more abortions
Quiet your soul, 'cause you know what you had to do
And so did victims of a world they never✦ came to
I understand it's a better✦ day comin'✦
Sometimes cats be sleepin' on the dead end, drivin'✦ with the car runnin'✦
Blinded, ain't no love in the hood, only✦ hearts torn
Love letters to the innocent and unborn✦
All the babies✦ that died up on the table
Wasn't able to breathe, 'cause the family✦ wasn't able
Can't blame her, I would do the same
All I could give her was my debt and my last name
'Cause in the game things change, livin'✦ up and down
This hard life got me walkin'✦ with my head down
Flashin' frowns wasn't meant to be, was I wrong?
But I'll never✦ get to know, so I carry✦ on
It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't born
My words to my firstborn—feel me!
[Chorus: 2Pac]
My words to my firstborn✦
Mmm! (Yeah)
These are the words to my firstborn✦
Hey, nigga,✦ talk to your born!
Talk to your seed, nigga!✦
[Verse 3: Nuttso]
Two thousand somethin'✦ somethin'✦ mention✦ a new era✦
A nigga's✦ too real, now see shit too clear
See, there's✦ more than just this scrilla and this tilt
(What else is it, dawg?) – the velvet✦ and the silk
And makin'✦ sure my kittens got they milk
(Hoo!) Gotta✦ fill this mattress
Let my kids know I'm at this
Attack✦ this, the Mack must roll, hood stroll
Ain't no question,✦ is it? Above✦ the Law hustlers
If it's related to chips, homie, we'll handle ya
[Verse 4: Cold 187um]
Yo, although✦ we never✦ take advantage
Though we always in the air thang
By all means, stack green
Gangsta lean
They say money✦ make the world go 'round
So, only✦ associate yourself with paper✦ chasers and niggas✦ that's truly✦ down
And keep God first
And give thanks for the good times,✦ as well as when it hurts
It's player haters every✦ corner✦ you hit
Touchin' their tits, hella✦ thick, tryin' to get you for yo' grip
I know you stressed-out and fed-up
But come out, gun-blazin', and keep your head up
You can call it what you want to, but it ain't gon' change
Above✦ the Law, 2Pac, O.G.'s in this rap game
And we done lived✦ a long hard life
And we done shed so many✦ tears under✦ these bright lights
Y'all, although✦ we grew up corrupted and scorned
We still got a lot of wisdom to give to our firstborn✦
[Outro: 2Pac]
What you gon' tell your kids, nigga?✦
Who was you? What was you doin'?
How did you put it down?
These my words to my motherfuckin'✦ firstborn✦
So, they can know, y'knahmean?✦ Hehehe✦
Ain't nothin'✦ but a motherfuckin'✦ rider✦
Westside 'til I die, that's all it was
It's a crooked-ass hand they deal a motherfucker✦
I just played to win, just played to win
Motherfucker✦ gotta✦ bet against the odds, y'knahmean?✦
Technical Breakdown
8.7
Multisyllabic Rhymes8.5
Complexity of rhyme schemes (data-driven)
Internal Rhymes9.5
Rhymes within a line (data-driven)
Wordplay / Double Entendres7.5
Clever language, metaphors, punchlines
Cadence / Rhythm9.0
Flow variation and timing (data-driven)
Vocabulary Complexity8.0
Range and depth of words used (data-driven)
Delivery / Breath Control9.0
Performance and control
Computed Score8.74
Production
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Critic Analysis
RAPLEDGER BAROMETER™
The verse functions as a sobering, rhythmic confession that prioritizes emotional vulnerability and structural narrative over complex metaphors, masterfully utilizing cadence to humanize a controversial subject matter.
A
8.5
Multisyllabic
9.5
Internal Rhymes
9
Cadence / Flow
8
Vocabulary
7.5
Wordplay
9
Delivery
Multisyllabic internal rhyme chainsNarrative framingAnaphoric consistencyConfessional tone
Rhyme Architecture: 2Pac utilizes a consistent AABB-influenced scheme with frequent internal rhyme clusters (e.g., 'cursed/worse/distortion/abortions'), creating a flow that is both conversational and rhythmically locked.
Verified Doubles & Entendres
"wild seeds can't grow, we need more abortions"
① The literal agricultural/biological struggle of a 'wild seed' finding fertile soil.② The socio-economic hopelessness of the ghetto environment where 'seeds' (children) cannot thrive, necessitating the difficult choice of abortion.
"cats be sleepin' on the dead end, drivin' with the car runnin'"
① Literally being asleep in a parked car with the engine running, leading to carbon monoxide poisoning.② A metaphor for life in the inner city where individuals are 'sleepwalking' through their own demise, ignoring imminent danger while remaining stuck in place.
Raw emotional sincerity
Exceptional rhythmic placement of heavy subject matter
Strong narrative arc from personal struggle to empathetic commentary
Metaphorical density is lower than his more technical verses
Occasional reliance on direct narrative rather than subtle imagery