My Homies
Mr. Scarface
Scarface
Lyrics & Rhyme Analysis
65
End
240
Internal
101
Multi
319
Slant
13
Chain
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[Chorus]
All I have in this world—all✦ I have in this world
All I have in—all✦ I have in—all✦ I have in this world
Nobody✦ knows my name, they'll only✦ know this face
On the for-reala✦ my nigga✦ just call me Scarface✦
All I have in this world—all✦ I have in this world
All I have in—all✦ I have in—all✦ I have in this world
Nobody✦ knows my name, they'll only✦ know this face
On the for-reala✦ my nigga✦ just call me Scarface✦
All I have in this world—all✦ I have in this world
All I have in—all✦ I have in—all✦ I have in this world
[Verse 2]
Aiyo Bido,✦ drop that shit
Yeah, heh heh
Back in the South Park, six o'clock✦ on the dot
Checkin on my old rock spot
I seen the same old set
Heh, the small timers see me so they jet
Buildin' 128
I got myself a bag and I can't wait
To cut 'em up small to make a profit✦
Niggas✦ on the cut short stop it
Fiends'll see 'em small then they go
Where, to see the motherfuckin'✦ pro
One nigga✦ got pissed✦
And started✦ reachin' for his shit
.357 on your ass, fool
Like I said before,✦ you don't get a second chance dude
Unloaded on his ass, he was hurt
Six shots put his dick in the dirt
Laid him out like a motherfuckin'✦ rug
Gettin'✦ pumped✦ full of .38 slugs
Some other✦ niggas✦ stepped out y'all
Aw shit, I had to make a phone call
[Skit: J. Prince & Scarface]
Hello?✦
Hey J!
Whassup?
I'm in a little trouble man
Where you at?
I'm out here in South Park Village✦
Stay right there, I'll be right on
C'mon let's take these motherfuckers to war man
[Verse 3]
J called✦ up some niggas✦ from the 5th Ward
And came back with a motherfuckin✦ hit squad
Motherfuckin✦ Uzi machine
Big Chief packed✦ an M-16
Will an AK with a banana✦ clip
And little Bill had a god damn pistol✦ grip
I hit a little laugh and got me a buzz
And that's about✦ the time they got drug
One more war took place
You can call me the shit starter, or call me Mr. Scarface✦
[Chorus]
All I have in this world—all✦ I have in this world
All I have in—all✦ I have in—all✦ I have in this world
Nobody✦ knows my name, they'll only✦ know this face
On the for-reala✦ my nigga✦ just call me Scarface✦
All I have in this world—all✦ I have in this world
All I have in—all✦ I have in—all✦ I have in this world
Nobody✦ knows my name, they'll only✦ know this face
On the for-reala✦ my nigga✦ just call me Scarface✦
All I have in this world—all✦ I have in this world
All I have in—all✦ I have in—all✦ I have in this world
[Verse 4]
Damn, check this shit out
Later✦ on, all alone,✦ you know what happened✦ next
Another bitch came by to give me sex
It was kind of strange I was throwed off
The last bitch got her head blowed✦ off
But fuck I ain'tsta pass up no puddy✦
She started✦ strippin' at the door, oh goody✦
I got in that ass with the quickness
Fuckin✦ her down with the diznick
I didn't have to pretend I loved✦ her
All she wanted✦ me to do was just fuck her
So I gave it up to the lady✦
And all she said was "Fuck me baby,✦ fuck me baby"✦
I started✦ stroking in an outrage✦
The whole while I was starin'✦ at my twelve gauge
The bitch was makin✦ noise I said I'm killin✦ her
And all the while my dick was hard and he was still in her
I made a nut as she fell to the floor
I heard a knock on the front door
I grabbed the twelve gauge from the bed head
Who is it? (Fred) Who?
Who the fuck is Fred, I stood by the door
By that time someone jumped✦ in the window✦
Now what the fuck was I to do?
The bitch packed✦ a twenty-two
Hit him in his head, there she laid him
The nigga✦ standin'✦ by the door I sprayed him
And headed✦ for the back
I seen that same old brown Cadillac
It kinda✦ fucked✦ me up at first
'Cause the nigga✦ that drove that Caddy✦ rode away✦ in a hearse
I opened✦ up fire on the ride G
Who I was shootin for was standin✦ right behind✦ me
I had a double barrel pointed at my ass
Could this be the end of Mr. Brad?
I don't know what happened✦ to the slut
Well that's about✦ the time the closet✦ door it opened✦ up
On your ass trick!
I'll be damned✦ if I go out like the last bitch!
Heh, five-0's on my ass, mane
They know me by the face, but they don't know my last name
Now I'm back on the case
Yeah, just call me Mr. Scarface✦
Technical Breakdown
8.7
Multisyllabic Rhymes8.5
Complexity of rhyme schemes (data-driven)
Internal Rhymes9.5
Rhymes within a line (data-driven)
Wordplay / Double Entendres6.5
Clever language, metaphors, punchlines
Cadence / Rhythm10.0
Flow variation and timing (data-driven)
Vocabulary Complexity6.0
Range and depth of words used (data-driven)
Delivery / Breath Control8.5
Performance and control
Computed Score8.65
Production
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Critic Analysis
RAPLEDGER BAROMETER™
Scarface leverages minimalist, narrative-driven delivery to establish a 'street noir' atmosphere, prioritizing rhythmic consistency and character building over complex lyrical layering.
A
8.5
Multisyllabic
9.5
Internal Rhymes
10
Cadence / Flow
6
Vocabulary
6.5
Wordplay
8.5
Delivery
Cinematic scene-settingInternalized rhythmic syncopationStaccato deliveryCharacter-driven narrative
Rhyme Architecture: Predominantly AABB/CC coupled with dense internal rhyme clusters ('dot'/'spot'/'got'/'thought' sonic echoes), utilizing short, clipped phrases to maintain a high-pressure, punchy cadence.
Verified Doubles & Entendres
"they'll only know this face / On the for-reala my nigga just call me Scarface"
① The literal reference to the film character Scarface.② A defining brand and identity that obscures his birth identity, asserting that the face he presents to the world is his only reality.
"Niggas on the cut short stop it"
① Dealing with rivals who are physically 'on the cut' (street corner).② A double-meaning regarding the street 'cut' (hustle/trade) and the action of 'short-stopping' (interrupting/stealing) which the narrator puts an end to.
Exceptional rhythmic placement that perfectly fits the era's Southern bounce
Highly evocative, visual storytelling that establishes locale immediately
Commanding vocal tone that elevates the simplicity of the lyrics
Limited vocabulary breadth compared to contemporary lyrical-miracle styles
Reliance on established gangster tropes rather than abstract conceptual evolution
Metrical repetition can feel slightly monotonous to the non-narrative focused listener