Lyrical Breakdown of Curtis May - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Curtis May" 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 "Curtis May" 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, uh-huh We back at it again, baby Ayo, do me a favor, yo' shut those blinds Count this money over here, yeah Yo, yo, where that wine at? (Yeah) I need that Sequoia Grove and shit, ya heard? Yap City for life, this how we dive in, alright? Check this fly shit, let's go We made it work over a baby stove Flights to Saint Lucia, hid the coke in the baby clothes Crushed ecstasy stuffed in the lining of bibs Your head mounted in the walls of the crib All we do is sit back and laugh, crack beers Hang my keys on your face, sittin' next to a deer My new porn star in your earth, I casted her Let her wear my jewelry after we fuck, they was callin' her Africa Shanell, when she was bringin' me fruit, learned my vernacular Stalks throw on the cape like Dracula Cris Carter, Sidney Poitier, 1942, bust a lil' .38 I asked God to forgive me, I hopped over a pearly gate Played the soundtrack of my life, he set the record straight Had niggas out there robbin' for that purple taste Chains got snatched, grills got ripped, tripled the murder rate These raps is like painkillers, taken on empty stomachs Every line was prescribed to just bang niggas Nah, might as well hang niggas A verse swap, come again if it's great business These raps is like painkillers, taken on empty stomachs Every line was prescribed to just bang niggas Nah, might as well hang niggas A verse swap, come again if it's great business Yeah, another twin ghost experience Trinity ghost from the top point of the pyramid Meaning I'm aligned with the stars (I'm aligned) Got body and got soul, divine with the bars The streets was a nigga's office Patek matchin' the British walkers That deal too small, make a bigger offer Off the porch to a Porsche, I need bigger portions More than one Ghost, well, that's a double ghost Violate, it's holes in your bubble coat Mob ties, mob lies Connected with niggas that used to smoke and think My clientele supreme Ashamed that I left the Deen for the triple beam But nowadays, I'm livin' clean Know I'm gettin' cream from givin' niggas they green (it's Ghost) These raps is like painkillers, taken on empty stomachs Every line was prescribed to just bang niggas Nah, might as well hang niggas A verse swap, come again if it's great business These raps is like painkillers, taken on empty stomachs Every line was prescribed to just bang niggas Nah, might as well hang niggas A verse swap, come again if it's great business Up the hammer to the cross, I'm nailin' 'em And if my man try to jam me in a case like Lil Durk, I Melly 'em (Brr) Backshot then I'm mailin' 'em (talk to 'em) Excuse me, fam, the Wally's fuchsia and tan, I'm peanut butter and jelly 'em Raisin' hell in that jail, ask my new celly where the hell he from Now they look at my life and see how well he done I'm not a star, I'm just a guy that's always takin' shit too far Shoot out the back of a car Uh, rollin' my own chronic in my cigar We all gotta be honest, kindness to God If a nigga play with us then his problems promised to God He on the receivin' end of a lot of bodily scars I'm pushin' a new Mercedes-Benz without a license I'm Heisenberg with the rice and my words is decisive Bricks of white shit over there where that rice is And in a minute, I'ma be the richest and the nicest These raps is like painkillers, taken on empty stomachs Every line was prescribed to just bang niggas Nah, might as well hang niggas A verse swap, come again if it's great business These raps is like painkillers, taken on empty stomachs Every line was prescribed to just bang niggas Nah, might as well hang niggas A verse swap, come again if it's great business