Lyrical Breakdown of Poisonous Darts - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Poisonous Darts" 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 "Poisonous Darts" 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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Let's see you try the water technique

Hai, ha, ha, ha, ha

The sky is high, the cloud is low (yeah)

But my water technique is hard to beat (word up)

But the earth can absorb water (gotta zip my coat)

Hai, hai, ha (yeah)

The sky is high, the cloud is low (fuck 'em)

But my water technique is hard to beat

But the earth can absorb water (yeah, check the fly shit)

Uh (hai, hai)

What the fuck I got to lose, huh? Word to God, let's get it on

Clap your heels three times, grab the magic wand

Nameless, these stonewashed cats, leave 'em brainless

Somewhere out of this world, stranded on Uranus

With coke and a dollar bill, stems and crack capsules

Take a blast, boo, booby trap a cruise, it's natural

Like soybean, burn like a laser beam

My vaccine, I shoot it firm, and it connects like sideburns

The segment, rap fragment

Comes together like magnets

Attract heads, captured like Dragnet

Going through mad phases of all ages

Killa Beez locked the fuck up behind cages

The Genovese swallowed this line and caught a freeze

Press caller ID for me to quote more degrees

The fortune-teller tuck a sleeping gas umbrella

Award-winning dining in the back of Marabella

Now, who don't believe that cash must rule?

I don't eat meat, I slap blood out of Perdue

Keep a wireless mic, mic's on, strike the session

It's over, I'll fire this and glow like fluorescent

Peace to y'all, let's get our rhyme on (the sky is high, the cloud is low)

Yeah, peace to y'all, let's get our rhyme on (but my water technique is hard to beat)

Hai, hai

Yo, yo, mountains of blow like snow, constant cash flow

Rocking a Shaft afro, Tony got mad glow with hoes

Mega powder dripping from they nose

Fucking Jet magazine bitches with wide pussy pose

Centerfold the whole night, deadly venom horror snake bites

Only Built 4 Cuban Link kings who shoot dice

Holding money bags, convertible Benz with feathered bags

With the mongoose, your man's got two seeds down in Baghdad

You onion-head niggas spread out and parlay

Yo, Rae, these icks-days get crashed with ash trays

I pull stings like guitar strings down in Spain

I'm so hyped, jakes labeled god, "Crack cocaine"

Y Equality Self, god, yeah, yeah you know it kid

Ricky fucked up a G-Pack, blow his wig

He's rocking Wu Wear, the latest in fleece uniform

He's a newborn, look at money, swearing like he on

But, anyway, back to furry Kangols, Jamaican Wallabees

My back is on the wall, bombing devils with trick-nology

My heart is cold like Russia, got jerked at The Source Awards

Next year, 200 niggas coming with swords