Lyrical Breakdown of Werdz From The Ghetto - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Werdz From The Ghetto" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Gang Starr weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Werdz From The Ghetto" 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 Gang Starr 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 Gang Starr's narrative.

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Aiyo I got the dimes that I get, I got the dimes that I bring Yo-yo-yo Yo Preem', what's good? What's good man, you still fuckin with that shit son? Yo, don't even come at me with that bullshit man, whasup? I'm sayin man, you said you was gonna leave this shit alone You still on that bullshit nigga Son. Son I'll leave it alone When you come and get ready with this music B, what the fuck? I'm sayin man, who the fuck you think you are man? Yo-yo Yo gangsta, gangsta, O.G is what you call me It's like my life is like a never-endin drug story Make coke, expand, yo you know who I am Death percentages rises in the hood like grams Who done it and ran, who blammed on my fam' Out the window every night, deadly intentions man Cocked back and ready to fire, hit man for hire And fuck politicians, nothin but liars As I build my cream, with self-esteem But drink the water from the streams, of gangsta lean To keep food on my plate, stick a mac to your face So I never have to fall off, so you can never underrate False pressure, is the techniques of real men So when you slam the doors, we still get in It's like demons when, what you fight that you can't see'll Come out your buildin, and get shot drastically The way of the world, niggaz fiendin to pull it You either bite the dust, or just dodge that bullet