Lyrical Breakdown of Motherless Child (feat. Raekwon) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Motherless Child (feat. Raekwon)" 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 "Motherless Child (feat. Raekwon)" 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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(Yo yo guzzlin' forties, let's get it on fella, no doubt) The wiley Wu Tang comes back, Iron Man strikes back (Lou Diamonds, Tony Starks) Raid your whole empire no doubt Rich man, poor man, read the headlines Niggas getting murdered for spot and bigger dimes Jobs and drug wars living by gun law Jailcats come home and want to take yours As the young one, growing up broke me and my people As the self, huh, I guess we all in the same boat Think it, plus drinkin' that ninety proof Playin' on the roof sayin' we need a next man to shoot (Sometimes I feel, like a motherless child) Yo, I know a rich kid, who got hit for three bricks Showin' off his eight fifty plus, what a nice whip Young blood guzzlin' fourties hussled in a rain Old Earth, shootin' dope in her veins He never had it all, the kid loved basketball Had a favorite song, "I Miss You" written by Aaron Hall Now back to the original, neighborhood, criminals Clocking dollars, by the hour like his digital Styrofoam silencers, he rolled around with the Wildest niggaz peeling caps known as the Islanders From Staten, where crazy clips be clappin' Slept in his principal spreads, threads made of satin' Labeled as the cow he had crazy beef Seen him at the flicks, he pulled out on Duke, Hez and Latief But he fucked up, he shoulda kept it real and went for kill 'Cause if he don't, these niggaz with black barrels will But, shit never calm down, one day downtown He dropped an ounce off Money had slept like a nightgown He rolled up in the Albee Square, relax like he lived in there Two kids was beamin' him, them niggaz from the movie theatre One had all guess on, lookin' like he had a vest on The other felly pell tucked with a firearm Movin' slow, baseball hats, crazy down low Word life God, this bull kag nigga gotta go Oh shit, Bookhead, just bought a five, G headed King Tudpea About the size of Little Maurice We got to get up baby, no cousin, count to ten I'm runnin' in, my first instance Is to return 'em the time is now warfare and pull Delf Remember me, the nigga from the UA and you pulled out Don't move don't even flinch Fix 'em up, drop the head, don't want to get blood in the tux He burped, I shot him, bitch screamed out I'm robbin' him Had to hit him ten more times make sure I got him Told the owner lay on the floor, shake the comedy Randy came out wacked out with a half a shotty I laughed, grab the King Tud head and the cash Then he shot my man in the ass And broke mega glass Damn, had to go out with a blast I shot my way up out of the Albee fast (Sometimes I feel, like a motherless child) Oh shit, what the fuck? This shit is horrible (Sometimes I feel, like a motherless child) No doubt this is how we dope (Sometimes I feel, like a motherless child) (Sometimes I feel, like a motherless child)