Lyrical Breakdown of Columbus Exchange (Skit) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Columbus Exchange (Skit)" 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 "Columbus Exchange (Skit)" 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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[Ghostface Killah] Aiyyo, make sure y'all turn that water down What y'all watchin over there? Is that the Honeymooner marathon? That shit been on all night right? Alright I smell the coke cookin, Dr. Glove with the eagle in the safe Woodrow the Basehead I surprised him with the first taste He reached for his pipe, pulled his sleeves up Told him it was no cut to be careful, he took a hit, Woodrow damn you His head hit the table, a few rocks fell out his pipe He's bleedin fatal, he smell like it's so ripe Told Trife to get him some ice, Raekwon keep your eye on his wife Tell her to chill, feed her some white I heard a knock three times, nervous me dropped the raw Ol' Dirty dropped his drawer, he put his fronts back And snatched up his coke napkin, with dick snots hangin from his nose Had Woodrow bitch on the floor laughin Goodness gracious, Tony gosh Put away the Frosted Flakes, you're killin us The residue from the last batch we all was straight Got my son ten spent five, stayed in the house look I lost weight See that was Crime at the door, he got mad And I don't give a fuck what he got Niggaz can't keep comin up here, this the spot Aiyyo Crime you know the spot be bumpin, pardon me Plus I'm paranoid, and you know the narcs be huntin Niggaz probably think that Starks be frontin Cause I spazzed out, rolled up in the stashhouse and barked on Justin Had to size him up for bein on point, stuck now he's fucked Told him play the window, keep your eyes on that Verizon truck Every fiend that walk through the door, check if he wired up No shorts, only give him a play if he buy enough Cop ten, hit him off with a brand new stem Our shit is mad potent, one hit they coughin up phlegm Make sure you get that hundred beans from Pam She popped shit in front of you daddy? Bet we gon' lace her old man He came through sellin his TV's X-Box and PlayStation 3, all we wanted was three Big Frankenstein holdin his MB's Socks hangin out, followin me I'm tryin to hide from the D's, nigga