Lyrical Breakdown of 4th Chamber - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "4th Chamber" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how GZA, RZA, Ghostface Killah & Killah Priest weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "4th Chamber" 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 GZA, RZA, Ghostface Killah & Killah Priest 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 GZA, RZA, Ghostface Killah & Killah Priest's narrative.

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Choose the sword, and you will join me Choose the ball, and you join your mother... in death You don't understand my words, but you must choose So, come boy, choose life or death The only man a ho wait for Is the sky-blue Bally kid, in '83 rocked Tale Lords My Memorex performed tape decks, my own Fostex Watch out for Haiti bitches, I heard they throw hex Yo, wu whole platoon is filled with raccoons Corner-sitting wine niggas sipping Apple Boone This ain't no white cartoon Cause I be ducking crazy spades The kid hold white shit like blacks rock ashy legs Why is the sky blue? Why is water wet? Why did Judas rat to Romans while Jesus slept? Stand up, you're out of luck like two dogs stuck Ironman be sipping rum, out of Stanley Cups, unflammable Noriega, aiming nozzles stay windy in Chicago Spine-tingle, mind boggles Kangols in rainbow colors, promoters try to hold dough Give me mine before Po wrap you up in so-and-so I ran the Dark Ages, Constantine the Great, Henry the 8th Built with Genghis Khan, the red suede Wally Don I judge wisely as if nothing ever surprise me Lounging between two pillars of ivory I'm lively, my dome piece is like building stones in Greece Our poems are deep, from ancient tomes I speak I'm overwhelmed as my mind roams the realm My eye's the visions, memory is the film Others act sub-tile, but they fragile above cloud They act wild and couldn't budge a crowd No matter how loud they get, though they growl and spit Clutch they fists and throw up signs like a Crip And throw all types of fit I leave them split like ass cheeks and ragged pussy lips Aiyo, camouflage chameleon, ninjas scaling your building No time to grab the gun, they already got your wife and children A hit was sent from the President to raid your residence Because you had secret evidence and documents On how they raped the continents and lynched the prominent Dominant Islamic, Asiatic black Hebrew The year 2002 the battle's filled with the Wu Six million devils just died from the Bubonic Flu Or the Ebola virus, under the reign of King Cyrus You can see the weakness of a man right through his iris Unloyal snakes get thrown in boiling lakes of hot oil Up boils your skin, chickenheads getting slim like Olive Oyl Only plant the seed deep inside fertile soil Fortified with essential vitamin and minerals Use the sky for a blanket, stuffing clouds inside my pillow Rolling with the Lamb, Twelve Tribes a 144, 000 chosen Protons Electrons Always Cause Explosions The banks a G, all cream downs a bet Money feed good, opposites off the set It ain't hard to see my seeds need God-degree I got mouths to feed, unnecessary beef is more cows to breed I'm on some tax-free shit by any means Whether bounty-hit scheme or some counterfeit cream I learned much from such swift cons who run scams Veterans got the game spiced like ham And from that, sons are born and guns are drawn Clips are fully loaded and then blood floods the lawn Disciplinary action was a fraction of strength That made me truncate the length one-tenth Woofers thump, tweeters hiss like air pumps RZA shaved the track, niggas caught razor bumps Scarred trying to figure who invented These unprecedented, opium-scented, dark-tinted Now watch me blow him out his shoes without clues Cause I won't hesitate to detonate, I'm short fused