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