Lyrical Breakdown of Georgy Porgy - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Georgy Porgy" 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 "Georgy Porgy" 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
Yo, okay, uh-huh
You know niggas can't write like this, right? (One-two, one-two)
Okay (let's 'bout, let's 'bout to do it, yeah)
I'ma show these niggas somethin' (uh-huh)
Wu-Tang gang, yeah
Yeah, yo
We used to rob niggas left and right
A fiend tried to get slick, we slap him and crush they pipes
Strong arm robberies, all done in harmony
Raise my weapon and then, baow, hit a artery
Race to the staircase, shoot out the lights
Then let off a few shells at the door on the right
They got dust (dust), weed (weed), half pound of E (E)
Under the couch, a shotgun, 12 keys
Baow, another shot and the door flew open
Mega snow on the table, a fiend is still smokin'
C Rude out of respect threw four in his chest
Heard some niggas in the back with a rude dialect
Screamin', "Crews I wreck, you could lose thy neck"
The dread said, "Blood clot, bigger fools die wet"
That's when I heard 'em, load 'em, cockin' the guns in the backroom
Turned on the vacuum, maybe I'll distract 'em
Got 'em, gathered all of the babies in the bathroom
Take your little Cheetos, shh, I'll be back soon
I knew the dread that cut off his head wore a half moon
Four gold teeth, caught a body in Cancún
Drop, it's like equinox up in the spot
I'm talkin' 'bout weight, stashin' all the TVs and clocks
But hold on, one nigga came out runnin', got it jumpin'
I dipped behind a wall, squeeze and start dumpin'
Number one crash dummy, he was bluffin'
Almost got his head ripped off straight for nothin'
Of course, heard the chainsaw like I was the main course
They resorted to eat my food, called by the main boss (yeah)
A hail of bullets, a reign of terror
Pictures hangin' off the wall, can't put 'em back together (uh-huh)
Curtains and Clorox bottles, hos forever
The boss' furniture was damaged, the cream leather
I'm good for confrontation (yeah, we good for that)
I guess I don't have patience, not no more
(Yeah, I ain't got that type of shit no more, motherfucker, let's go)
Yes, I can get dramatic (facts)
I'll put that bozo's addict on the wall
(Blaow, blaow, blaow, right over there, nigga)
Somebody should've just have told you (huh?)
But listen, nigga, I won't hold you, we ain't playin' no games
(Nah, nigga, you know what it is)
You wanna learn, I will mold you (I'll mold you)
Them niggas in the street will fold you, better stay in your lane
(Right there, nigga, right there, let's go)