Lyrical Breakdown of Marvel - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Marvel" 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 "Marvel" 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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Yeah, word These bitches be buggin' God Reason why ain't got nuttin' to do with nuttin' Yeah, check it out y'all one two We back up in this joint, what? Check the fly shit, yeah Don't black out on me Yo, black man watch out, she salt-water trout Al Deuce dug her back out, inside the dugout Heard the pussy was good, big niggaz fell victim Mentally stripped 'em one God turned Christian She know magic, soakin' wet pussy on the mattress Skin like Cleopatra's, the leading actress She been fuckin' since we went to fourteen, look at Miss Thing With a ponytail kept a jar of Vasoline She's a big girl now, with a body that growl Likewise murder trial, smile attract crowds Most niggaz, would light the Lord over this broad Big niggaz in they drawers pose one knee on the floor Little kids daydream of humpin' wildflower Hanna Barbera faint, I'm ridin' no Rivera Fat-ass whips big asses, colorful lips Wide hips, baller kits, chrome dipped wearin' Blue kicks, plus jeans boomin' beats Loud horn beeps, crowded streets, the fusion yo The heat is on, never too black or too strong In one hour Wu-Tang Clan is about to perform Police barricade, sidewalk crowded like parades The arena now present, de event of the decade Long braids and fades, bald heads, spangle waves Extensions, nails Friday, just got paid Headliner or marquee is the prime time rhyme crime family That shines Godly light Upon this hip-hop art form, yo Dunn We can't be measured by no chart, the God brung Never bust premature for sure You want it raw, let me plant my dynamite bitch Deep inside your core The explosion stops the menstruation 'Causes stomach inflation Patiently waitin' nine months for deportation Of the Earth from the Moon, black woman stay in tune Yo God, let me pour y'all the science about the womb It's a black hole for those who lose control Fertile soil before you are wise And spoiled many men and took many lives And all you brothers changed sides Only worth a decimal compared to those who died inside