Lyrical Breakdown of Beneath The Surface - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how GZA feat. Killah Priest weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Beneath The Surface" 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 feat. 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 feat. Killah Priest's narrative.

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On a man-made lake there's a sheet of thin ice

Where unskilled skaters couldn't figure-8 twice

That's sixteen uncut direct from the cult

Head on assault, the result death by the bulk

In a vault, they spoke about the average loss per mission

That was seen by a king in a prophetic vision

Like a plane crash from a bomb blast

Special broadcast, slot time with con cash

They kept the jury quiet and now the riot will form

While satanic man now hang in his dorm

I swing on you fake radio personalities

Who boost ya ratings with hypes behind casualties

And fire shots with low-pressure water gun play

But instantly slap ya five like it's Palm Sunday

I fashion the first tool, from the elements the Earth use

And built it to a complex network of communications

You're up against a hopeless situation

I screen every vehicle from enemy observation

Swarming unpredictably, we spread terror

Increase the fog significantly, change the era

Check my wind pattern, it's heading west

Success is freedom but failure can mean death

Humans sweat and aim shovels, dig up the debris and rubble

Permanent damage caused by the W

Now who cowardly urge you to merge through

And think the workers will serve you?

The Sonic marvel who just dropped the next novel

Worldwide, rapidly marred in marble

It's a countless amount of emcees I saved

And them same niggas wanna squander those gifts I gave

Scratch underneath the surface, where does your purpose lie?

It seems our will is worthless, like we're pawns beneath the sky

Fates erased by reason and passion's just a whim

Feel empty so I breath in, keep myself from giving in

Love and hatred, moments most sacred

Both species, they lay naked in the tombs of oasis

Think back on niggas I ate with, spent the day with

Guns we played with, niggas I relate with

We broke bread, I heard through a vine niggas worked for the Fed

Sent out secretly to take my head

I laid back and meditate to the words they said

Skipped town for a month and grew some dreads

Had a friend tell my family I was dead

Returned at the last fall of the autumn leaf

Operate the plan accordingly in case the Feds are recording me

Sign all documents using forgery cause just a mere thought of me

I'm like Solomon, spoke bluntly, told the world, "I'm black and comely"

Howls from the grave haunt me, the smell of death's upon me

I dwell in the Hills like Gandhi

Been in the presence of mad peasants and old kings

Who sold everything on a quest for God's Divine

Slept in caves to get a clear mind

Who prayed three times, when the Moon lit and when the Sun rise

I met dwellers in the desert, talked to shepherds

Been in the mouth of many leopards

Felt the death kiss of Satan's mistress

Walk through vacant districts, before religions I studied pagan scriptures

True philosophers and physicians on the cure missions

Who harden their hearts toward the weak, sick and inflicted

Candles lit, gamble with a bitch

Who made me love her when I touch her, soft paws hide claws

Bees with sweet honey in they mouth

Have bitter stingers at they tail

Walk through the chambers of death, take a hole onto Hell

Embracing her was like embracing the third rail

Scratch underneath the surface