Lyrical Breakdown of Beauty Jackson - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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[Female voice sampled] Standing at the bus stop I heard a voice behind me saying... "Hi, baby" Ohh I just fell all apart inside Because I hadn't heard that voice in such a LONG time I turned around... [Ghost talking over sample] That's right y'all, y'all shoulda seen what I did So so pretty, so pretty - y'all hear how she sounds right? She sounds crazy right? Yes This what happened at the bus stop [Ghostface Killah] She turned around and this grown lady said hi I was quite stunned from the way she replied Peace, nice to meet ya, sweetie call me Tony Starks Ghost if you like ta, mind if invite ya Over for some red wine, nice Barry White huh She pulled out a cigarette, hon here's a lighter Her voice was a slow jam, full length white mink Hella fine with a beauty mark on her right cheek When she spoke her smoke floated when it left her throat Spelled honey when she blew it out it turned to water word I was infatuated She put the perfume to her neck and sprayed it Plus the bottle was nickel plated It make a young girl steez yo feel outdated And know the married chicks shopping with they man's hated One stone on her finger was green, Maybeline Cover Girl lipstick, plump color fingertips Revlon face blush, oh-five-six shit The ashes was hangin off her stog' so she flicked it Damn, had to bundle up, I call goosebumps Plus the windchill factor had dropped, here the bus come I never rush one, here take my number miss I live alone, her face fell when I dropped the chrome Damn, can I have YOUR number? {*bus pulls away*}