Lyrical Breakdown of Assassination Day (feat. Raekwon, RZA & Inspektah Deck) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Assassination Day (feat. Raekwon, RZA & Inspektah Deck)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

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

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What? Hey yo!

There's no coke!

What?

You heard me you dumb fuck, there's no coke!

What the fuck do you mean, there's no coke?

I've been up and down this ship. I've been in every fuckin room!

There's gotta be coke!

There is nothing! NOTHING!

Huh, uh, uh, help please!

Huh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, help me! *gunshot*

It's assassi, it's assination day, I stalk...

It's assassination, I sta...

It's assassination day...

It's assassination day, I

Ryzarector, Madman, uh, uhh, yo, uhh

I move through the third world, my third eye's the guiding light

Invite the fight, we all die tonight

The life I lived, a 25 to life bid

Parole reneged, I stroll the globe fugitive

CREAM is short, C-cypher power stalk plus the fiend talk

Three G's accost in Supreme Court

White lies and blackmail land me back in jail

We're all for sale, a stolen gold but it fail

Stranded on the front line, I shine to the dumb and blind

It comes time I take back what was once mine

Crunch time in the first quarter, from the worst slaughter

Devil's poisonin the birth water

The earth daughter rest her head on my chest

Through the struggle we cuddle under half-moon crest

While the press plant fear and exploit the gun blastin

Central broadcasting is shackling, nerves are unfastened, shhhh

Trapped in deep-water gaspin

I Clash With the Titans from my half on the action

I stop producers careers, the weak spot was their ears

Scorpion darts hits their mark, pierce their heart with silver spears

You're bewildered, my unsaturated, low filtered

Devils still peeled it still they're living built tilted

MC's upon their axis, their body has a tactic

Lactic acid, desert drop cactus, practice

You can never master, it's invincible, Wu-Tang indispensable

One nation under God, indivisible

With liberty and justice, the mic is in my clutches

Thugs who bring ruckus, leave in crutches

Unforgiveable snakes face the double-edged swords starts to swivel

Decapitates the head, makes the projects, more livable

Interchangable, caution flameable

My chamber is ninety-nine plus one unnameable, angles

And strangles, microphone cords start to dangle

Silent as the gases that pass throughout your anal

Retrieve through your doors

Seep out like sweat through the pores

Destroy your internal organs with the biological warfare

(Assassination day)

First of all, before we move on, this shit is like a Yukon

Don, spread it out like Grey Poupon

Splurgin, mergin in the suburbs, using this just like an adverb

Action word, flowing like a blackbird

God came in, aimin like Terry Bradshaw

He hit the crash bar, stay relaxed God, his shit is smashed Pah

You handle this just like algebra, UFO spot 'em like Galaga

Hold on like bullet-proof Acuras

You so fly, yeah right, you want to get me high

Yo Bobby, you hear how I'm shootin it like they blew top snow

You won't play me like your lady

Pay me three-eighty spit it at you like a baby

Final destination Haiti

War is extremely serious and it saddens me

To have to take tings to deadly measures

And have you measured and shot for no pay

It's assassination day I stalk my enemy like prey

Tranked by deceptional sounds that deceives

And lures MC's to the lair

With a mic-like bait, then awaits to be bitten by greed

Temptation tempts my victim to proceed

Forward, ignorance wouldn't allow retreat

You'd rather pursue DEATH than admit defeat

Now who's best to describe for what I specialize in

Murdereous rhymin, constantly in climbin

My mind spits with an enormous kickback

Your brain didn't absorb the impact

Disorderly conduct from the crowd is the feedback...

It's assassination day, I

It's assassination day

It's assassination day

It's assassination day, I stalk my enemy

It's assassination day, I stalk my enemy