Lyrical Breakdown of Apollo Kids (feat. Raekwon) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Apollo Kids (feat. Raekwon)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Ghostface Killah feat. Raekwon weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Apollo Kids (feat. Raekwon)" 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 Ghostface Killah feat. Raekwon 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 Ghostface Killah feat. Raekwon's narrative.

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Uh-huh, uh-huh, motherfucker, uh-huh Yeah, I see that, I see that All y'all fake motherfuckers up in the joint, huh Stealing my light, huh Watch me, duke, watch me Yo, check these up top murderers Snowy in the bezel as the cloud merges F.B.I. try and want word with this Kid who pulled out bust a shot up in the Beacon Catch me in the corner not speaking Crushed out heavenly, U.G. rock the sweet daddy long fox minks Chicken and broccoli, Wally's look stink He with his man straight from Raleigh Durham He recognized Kojak, I slapped him 5, Masta Killa cracked his Heine for him Everybody break bread, huddle around Guzzle that, I'm about to throw hair on your back Since the face been revealed, game got real Radio been gassing niggas, my imposters scream they're ill I'm the inventor, '86 rhyming at the center Debut '93 LP told you to Enter Punk faggot niggas stealing my light Crawl up in the bed with grandma Beneath the La-Z-Boy where you hid your knife Ghost is back, stretch Cadillacs, fruit cocktails Hit the shelves at Paul's Pastry Rack Walk with me like Dorothy, try to judge these Plus Degrees, sessical Rasta fiends Getting waxed all through the drive-thru Take the stand, throw my hand all on the Bible and tell lies too I'm the ultimate, splash the Wolverine Razor Sharp ring Dolomite, student enroll holding it Aiyo, this rap is like Ziti, facing me real TV Crush at high speeds, strawberry kiwi As we approach your hood, the gods bail (bail!) These Staten Island ferryboats cash bail (bail!) Fresh cellies, 50 deep up in the city We banned for life, Apollo Kids live to spit the real (real) A pair of bright phat yellow Air Max Hit the racks, snatch 'em up, son, 20-dollars off, no tax Dream merchant tucked in the cloud, stay splurging Rock a eagle head, six-inch height was the bird Monday night, Dallas vs Jets, dudes slid in with one hand Two Culture Ciphers, one bag of wet Heavy rain fucked my kicks up, wasn't looking, splashed in the puddle Bitch laughing, first thought was beat the bitch up Moseyed off gracefully, New York's most wanted cheeba hawk Seen the yellow brick road, I stole the pastries Same Ghostface, holy in the mind Last seen Manhattan Chase withdrew the 6-8 digit in the briefcase Rawness, title is Hell bound Quick to reload around faces, surround look astound We split a fair one, Poconos money, gin rummy with glare Spot the lame, bit his ear Yo, and taste a teaspoon, 300 goons, stash balloons Locked in lab rooms, hit with the Glock, spazzed in Grant's Tomb Clocked him like a patient, his stocks fall, hustle invasion Knowing now, we copped the block off The chain tri-color, freezing in velour, icicle galore Gas station light gleaming on the wall Cop WiseGuy jams, James Bond vans Niggas flipped Timbs, rock boats under water, watch clams Pose for the standoff, mad timid Hoping that the gun fall, guessing like lottery balls, yo Aiyo, this rap is like Ziti, facing me real TV Crash at high speeds, strawberry kiwi As we approach your hood, the gods bail (bail!) See Staten Island ferryboat, cats bail (bail!) Fresh cellies, 50 deep up in the city We banned for life, Apollo kids live to spit the real (real)