Lyrical Breakdown of Guest House - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Guest House" 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 "Guest House" 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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(We're sorry, the number) fuck (you have reached is not in service) Fuck is these niggas at, man (please check the number or try your call again) (Aiyo, hello?) Aiyo, bring that shit (what happen, son?) That's my word, yo, these niggas is fronting out here (where at, where you at?) I'm in Jersey, you know where the fuck I'm at, nigga, I'm in Jersey (A'ight, so, what happen though, man, what happen?) I need that shit I tell you when you get here, don't even worry about that shit (A'ight yo, I'll be right there, man) just hurry the fuck-up Bring that big joint (That's my word) yeah (one) yeah (J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League) In the crib on this rainy day, I'm chilling Glass pianos and Portuguese drapes, hang from the ceiling Persian rugs, Moroccan sofas I walk to the house in Paisley robes and Ferragamo loafers And Iron Chef just season the salmon It's coming down pouring, he watching BBC, eating a salad I'm on the couch hitting the chalice Checking my texts and out of nowhere, my dick is hard as a callus I stood up, pulled back my sleeve, checked my watch Where the fuck is my wife, it's 12 o'clock on the dot Very impatient, I'm getting nervous can't stop pacing My heart's racing, her Nextel don't get no service Damn, all this over a gallon of milk Something happened to her, somebody wig'll get peeled Okay, let me calm down, maybe she at Keeba house Her birthday's today, we both bought her jeans and a blouse Since seven o'clock, she been gone for hours Jetted up the steps to the master suite, checked the shower Nope, all that is there is towels and soap Stomach is nauseous, caught a big lump in my throat Found a phone book with mad names, looked down Bow, there go Keeba tying my shoes, I put the bitch on speaker And bluntly addressed her, "Where's my girl?" (Shit, I don't know, nigga) (Last time I seen her, Ghost, she hittin' it on an old nigga) Yo, Keeba stop playing, yo (nah, we took a shot of Henn') (Maybe she was out by ten, I told the bitch, fuck that bitch) (Don't even try to call me, I'm getting me some mad dick) (Show these mutherfuckers, how Keeba love to drive stick) I snatched up my raincoat, the grass was soaked Under the bed in the guest house, where I keep my toast I yelled to the Chef, "Yo, watch for Kayla Check the pool and the bowling alley If anything, just hit my cellular" Hopped in the go cart, the yard is dark, I'm bugging Few feet from the guest house is where I parked Hope she's okay is what I say in my heart But something don't feel right, so is what I'm saying to God As I got closer, something ain't kosher I heard a bunch of squeaky sounds from the house I don't think I'm suppose to, is this the end of the Starks regime? Let me find out somebody on my ground, yo, is pounding my queen Yo, I'ma kill ya (hold on cuz) (Baby, let me explain, you overreacting, that's not what it was) Shut the fuck up, you got caught moaning with your legs up Eyes all red, what did y'all just blaze up? Things frooze for a sec, so I dipped quick, lift the mattress Aimed the biscuit at both of them bastards What y'all excuse now (yo cuz, she said she live with her pop) (Her dude mad strict, that's why we up in the spot) (And yo, this little trick of yours bought me a ten G watch) He reached down for his drawers, that's when I let off a shot Back the fuck-up, snatched his covers Had 'em looking like the black Adam and Eve, some sinful lovers (Chill, Tone, put the gun down) how you know my name, son? (Hold on, let me explain) yo y'all two is done (Just let me put my drawers, get dressed, before I get rocked) (Cuz real talk, is looking like you tryna let off that Glock) Yeah, you right, you look familiar, you put my cable in, right? The FiOS nigga and you fucking my wife? (Yeah, I put that cable in, nigga, we both got caught) (And she a triflyn ass chick, don't act like it's all my fault) (Baby, no) mind your business (Now Kayla, don't stop him, let the sucker do what he do) (He touch me and he finished) What nigga, hold that, eat it (Oh shit, what the fuck) you forgot your drawers And your little tools, nigga You FiOS mustache wearing mutherfucker (Fuck you, nigga) I got you nigga (I'ma see you nigga, fucker, fuck) That's why you dive out the window On some Jim Kelly, shit, nigga, fuck that (We're sorry, the number) fuck (you have reached is not in service) Fuck is these niggas at, man (please check the number or try your call again)