Lyrical Breakdown of Walk Around - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Walk Around" 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 "Walk Around" 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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[Intro {*chorus plays along with the intro*}] Get the mic on I don't know what happened, son I just lost my mind, son It's like I wasn't strong, G, I couldn't hold it when I seen it A nigga flesh on me, I can't really-- I couldn't hold it, G I don't know, I'mma, listen, no I went like this, nigga [Chorus] I walk around acting strange, like a man in a daze People talking to me and calling my name But I don't hear a word they say... [Ghostface Killah] It was him, the cornerstore and a buttered roll The shit dropped when I gave him two stomach holes One to the face, he fell sideways I was up close, so part of his nose was stuck to my padres Standin' over him shakin', kid, screamin' He slapped my girl, that's the reason why I was f'in to lean 'im Everything got real slow, I ain't hear shit, my word At least 40 seconds, I stay dead stiff I pound him with the gun out, Big Din came, opened my hand Removed the gun and the 16 spun out He floored past 90 on the BQE I threw up all on his door, splashed his Gucci seats I couldn't speak, I'm in a state of shock About now there should be yellow tape on the block, a raid at my spot Hey, yo, I feel a li'l bugged out, insane, I lost my mind People tellin' me, Ghost, you actin' mad strange [Interlude {*Chorus plays along with interlude*}] See what I'm sayin'? I don't know, I just don't feel right Havin' flashbacks, bugged out, man, knahmean? Nah, I don't wanna go to the clinic, I don't want the hospital, son You know, I just feel like I'm lost, reality, man, y'knahmean? My face feels numb, son [Chorus] [Ghostface Killah] Flashbacks to me blowin' his brains out All I remember's my shirt, I couldn't get them goddamned stains out Oxy cleans wheat 'round the chest area Righthand side, I'm pluckin' off li'l pieces of meat And my goons want me to bounce to Tennessee But I said no, I got these two snow-bunnies in Venice Beach On the low, son, I sleep with the hawk, in East New York 'Round my man Killa' way where all the murderers walk Manhunt, police searches, swat ran in my crib Battering rams, early mornin', yo, waking my kids Now my aunt gotta stay wit' my wiz She paranoid, havin' anxiety attacks 'cause of these pigs Plus my connect, they goin' crazy, they try'na slay me I told 'em, Friday I'll have they money, faggots try'na play me I'll never eat up out a garbage can I'll Larry Davis a cop, and if I make it alive, it was the Father's plan [Outro 1 {*outro 2 plays along with outro 1*}] I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't goin' nowwhere, I'm aight, I'm aight But I know one thing, if anybody touch me, I'm blowin' they head smooth off Cops, connects, I don't give a fuck, they gon' feel that Eagle, they gon' feel that Desert They gon' feel that Bulldog, y'knahmean? I don't give a fuck Don't put me in no mental clinics, it ain't nothin', y'knahmean? If I make it out alive, I make it out alive, if not, fuck it Yo, I can't take this shit no more, it's too hype Niggas thinkin' I'm buggin' out, I ain't buggin' Y'all niggaz'd be buggin' out too if you had somebody's flesh on you Motherfuckers, fuck ya'll niggaz, I ain't goin' crazy Sleepin' on couches and shit... I'm goin' back outside, fuck ya'll niggaz, man [Outro 2] I walk around acting strange, like a man in a daze People talking to me and calling my name But I don't hear a word they say I walk around acting strange, like a man in a daze People talking to me and calling my name But I don't hear a word they say I know my Mother's worried about me 'Cause they might have to put me away at any time 'Cause when my baby packed up her clothes and left me She oh! I believe she took my mind...