Lyrical Breakdown of Metal Lungies (OG Version) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Metal Lungies (OG Version)" 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 "Metal Lungies (OG Version)" 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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World, world, world, premiere, premiere, premiere World, world, world, premiere, premiere, premiere What these clown niggas hollerin'? What they need to be hollerin', is "There go Theodore!" Put the ball down, we can't score They pen shit to blackboards, make queens out of wack broads You see us comin'? Fuck that Fam shit, just pass off, you bitch Crystal' Dana Dane's wrapped around your neck Lookin' rich, baow, you fucked up now See my gun, nigga? This baby got stuffed uptown Shouted out, made a whole safe with the pump root pounds My buddy, keep my gun, right next to my tummy Ask the click, yo, they spit metal lungies Detach wigs, kill flunkies off contact, sonsee Didn't mommy tell y'all niggas to wear clean undies? See why'all should of listened to her She knew her son had a big mouth, and some day death would occur Please for Ms. Gale's sake, and her seeds Pass the flurry, ain't fuckin' around, they knocked to her weave [Chorus] Uh-oh (word up) This still (what you talkin' bout, baby?) Real kids spit that shit Let's go, let's go, let's go, yo, yeah Me and Starks clear projects parks With our '93 shit, army coat green and light tan Clarks Niggas think I'm lucky, bitches want to fuck me And put me in the tub with them like I'm a rubber ducky I got a revolver in the pump about the size of Chucky I remember faces easy as I tie my laces Here, put the metal in your mouth, like you was rockin' braces I spit an iron lungie, yeah, I'm old school like the Iron Monkey My shit powerful enough to lift a fuckin' donkey I got heavy chrome, niggas don't care if you live to die They happier than Marbury home Y'all niggas better kill me, my street niggas feel me Louch gotta eat, ends gotta meet The hard shit you kickin' bout is on beat as Tweet This is Theodore, D-Block, the year adore It's son who fall, with the four-four, niggaz like [Chorus] Yeah, nigga this is Ghost with Ghostface I don't sell millions but I get millions from the V's who smoke base Somebody leavin' out with a poked face Tone, you burnin' to kick his teeth out, and swear don't catch no case I'm a make you look like you smoke taste, and we don't leave no trace These rap niggas swear that they so safe I don't want to talk to you holmes, I don't communicate My guns they in my hand, one in my palm And I could dial your number, like a smile off the face With the H.K. 9, I'm the all black hummer Metal lungies'll spit the grungiest shit Hungriest shit, seventeen dummies a clip Tell them rap niggas to suck my dick, fuck the industry And shift, shut down the store, bust my shit I got some hustlin' ass niggas that'll pump my bricks And some dust head niggas that'll dump my clips, what? [Chorus]