Lyrical Breakdown of Iron Maiden - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Iron Maiden" 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 "Iron Maiden" 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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{What you doin' on our turf, punk? Got a message for Smokey Give it, you Smokey, man? Give it If you ain't Smokey, it ain't yo' motherfuckin' message Motherfucker, I said gimme the message} {It's from Willie, in the slam, nigga, you been busted? Yeah, the man picked me up Well, I ain't got no fuckin' time to play witchu Now gimme the message} {Willie's in Warwick, doin' 1 to 3, told me to tell y'all motherfuckers To keep cool, he be out one way or another, quick Maybe I could stick around for awhile, naw, that's out, man You know? What can we, The Lords, do with a punk like you?} {Kiss my ass, motherfucker, burn 'em Just me and you, motherfucker, just me and you I put trademarks around your fuckin' eye} Portrayin', won't be payin', uh huh, uh huh Yeah, no doubt, no doubt, this Wally champ cat Yeah, it's on this one Yo, Gambino niggas, who swipe theirs Deluxe rap cavaliers, midgets who steal beers, give 'em theirs Sit back jollyin', my team be gamin' Like three card Rolly an' drug Somalians pollyin' Many raps they crochetin', ay yo, Iron These niggas portrayin' but haven't been payin' For real, slide on these niggas, like flesh fear Caesar fade style, usually tough grenade Throw a blade, fuck gettin' laid Guzzle this shit like Gatorade Big-dick Wallies have, never half-suede Connectin' with the hot style is done Light up a challis I run with nuttin' but the wildest, foulest Come on now, long dick style Niggas on the hit out, ay yo, Iron, bite my shit out Eventually, bust a rap gun mentally Been doin' this century kid, just meant to be Get on your knees an' bless me with a gem in the Caribbean Skiin' off by P.M. Snatch Canadian cream with Scandinavians Fellatium style, play it like thirty-two Arabians The greatest lesson is 'Don't owe, you might get stole on' When I go bury me wit Valow on {They come to me and understand just let me get mines first Then after I get mines, y'all can do what y'all wanna do Fuck 'em up bad} 'Sho 'nuff, hit the bank an' thrust Cool Nauticas, Jamie Summer got trained on the tour bus We upgrade, swallow raw eggs, read the label Hittin' white label, left the Winnebago unstable Smooth sailin', walked in, my earth started kneelin' Started stealin', I'm too ill, see, we're bellin' at the parlay Kicked up, mack, max motion Michael Bolton magazine call, I'm too potent Louisville mix pain kill rap, fuck Benadryl The violin in 'Knowledge God' sounded ill Tremendously obnoxious, no blotches My telephone watch'll leave bartenders topless Dead on the prosecutor, smacked a juror Me an' my girl'll run like Luke an' Laura We sit back on Malayan Islands Sippin' mix drinks out of boat, coconut bowls, we whylin' Sit back jollyin', uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Sit back jollyin', uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Sit back jollyin', my team be gamin' Like three card Rolly an' drug Somalians pollyin' Sit back jollyin', my team be gamin' Like three card Rolly an' drug Somalians pollyin' Sit back Deep meditation, sound orientated, war the blizzard Rap para-medical, the wizard Cappadonna, never caterin' to none My microphone an' three verse weigh a ton of slaughter You oughta, five thousand, back across the water My laboratory story keep me flowin' with the glory Acapella or deep dirty instrumental I could blow the sky like the stormy wind blew One gallon of whylin', Park Hill profilin' I cut your face up, rough fifty, sure while you're smilin' For violatin' my position I leave you smoked like a crack head on a mission Two tokes of mic dope, one stroke of elegance Rated like the movie graphic told intelligence Person to person, it'd be hard for you to take a trophy You better off to get somebody out to try to smoke me 'Cause I'm P L O T K O every day Dance hall General, party fanatic colonel Cappadonna, son'a old school just go infernal Veteran for rappin' with the new set of rule of hard rappin' Ninety-six jive, I keep the live crowd clappin' When I bow, all praises due to Staten Isle I spark the mic an' Shaolin spark the methtical Every evenin' I have a by myself meetin' Thinkin' who's gonna be the next to catch a beatin' From my mental slangin', bitchin', rap twist the point of warfare I brutalize, all competition catch ill hair Chance him, that's what they said, threw up a ransom I jacked it, stripped the beat naked an' packed it, gimme my rewards {The way I, the way I wanna get 'em, I want 'em gotten I want 'em layin' out, I want 'em gotten 'Cause niggas need to be gotten, he need to be taken off of here That's straight}