Lyrical Breakdown of Nutmeg (feat. RZA) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Nutmeg (feat. RZA)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Ghostface Killah feat. RZA weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Nutmeg (feat. RZA)" 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 feat. RZA 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 feat. RZA's narrative.

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Yeah, whassup y'all, whassup? This is Ghostface, straight from Staten Island You know, I don't really mean no harm But it just happens you know When I step approach a motherfuckin wack nigga That tryin to spit his darts and can't spit 'em Check it out though, ay, oh Scientific, my hand kissed it Robotic let's think optimistic You probably missed it, watch me dolly dick it Scotty watty cop it to me, big microphone hippie Hit Poughkepsie crispy chicken verbs throw up a stone richie Chop the O, sprinkle a lil' snow inside a Optimo Swing the John McEnroe, rap rock'n'roll Tidy Bowl, gung-ho pro, Starsky with the gumsole Hit the rump slow, parole kids, live Rapunzel But Ton' stizzy really high, the vivid laser eye guide Jump in the Harley ride, Clarks I freak a lemon pie I'm bout it, bout it, Lord forgive me, Ms. Sally shouted Tracey got shot in the face, my house was overcrowded You fake cats done heard it first On how I shitted on your turf At times, Cuban Link verse yo Check out the rap kingpin, summertime fine jewelry drippin Face in the box, I seen your ear twitchin As soon as I drove off, Cap' came to me with three sawed-offs Give one to Rae', let's season they broth Lightning rod fever heaters, knock-kneeder Sheeba for hiva Diva got rocked from the receiver bleeder Portfolio, lookin fancy in the pantry My man got bigger dimes son, your shit is scampi Base that, throw what's in your mouth, don't waste that See Ghost lampin in the throne with King Tut hat Straight off, yeah, yeah I just wan't y'all niggaz To smack all y'all niggaz, and niggarettes Universal death threats, yeah This be the God Body, yeah no doubt Judge Wise Ay, oh spiced out Calvin Coolidge, loungin with 7 duelers The Great Adventures of Slick, lickin with 6 rugers Rock those, big boy Bulotti's out of Woodridge Porch for the biggest beer, season giraffe ribs Rotissiere ropes, hickory scented mint scented glaze Perfected find truth within self, let's smoke All hail to my hands, 50 thou' appraisal Dirty nose with the nasal drip, click flipped on fam Dancin with Blanch and them bitches, flickin goose pictures Kick down the ace of spades, snatch Jack riches Olsive compulsive lies flies with my name on it Dick made the cover now count, how many veins on it Scooby snack jurassic plastic gas booby trap Ten years workin for me, you wanna tap shit? Bung bung bung! Your bell went rung rung rung! Staple-Land's where the ambulance don't come Yeah, you see what I mean? You see what I mean, you motherfuckin crybabies? Get in line punk! You should be studyin your odds Instead of studyin me! That's how you lost your first job punk Now get in line, for you get your lil' thick-ass tossed up! Shit! I studied under Bruce Lee nigga He was on the fourth, I was on the third Pass me a honey-dipped spliff Black mental cause continental drift One whiff of Pow U gets my Divine stiff Brick rock, late night, hear the tick tock of my clock I used to run up and pick, a crab lock Hit his stash, dip back, to the Lab, make him flip Uptown, Boo-doop, now we back on your ass Incognito, fatal aikido blow, pop a needle Dick a knock-knee hoe, bust out her fetal Nine inch long strong, Bobby pop the bitch thongs Spit on her, then I banged on my chest like Kong King Merciless Meng, point the killa bee sting Ring Dingd, right through your head, bing Snap the wing off of bats, my battleaxe tongue hacks tracks Once the ball drop, I'ma snatch ten jacks Pass the crack to a niggarette, puff a looseleaf cigarette While your man search the internet for Bob Digitech in Stereo Crazy as Shapiro Multiply myself ten times standin next to zero And snap my fingers like the Fonz And bag me a golden bronze skinned girl with the honey blonde Dip hair, make a nigga flip in his chair Had the armpit shaved off perfect with the Nair Stomach fat as a pancake for her man's sake Used to fuck her when she menestrate But it made her hyperventilate Brooklyn I know, I know, I know, I know Queens I know, I know, I know, I know Shylin I know, I know, I know, I know... Bronx I know, I know, I know, I know Jersey I know, I know, I know Long Island I know, I know, I know, I know... Break it down