Lyrical Breakdown of Liquid Swords - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how GZA weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Liquid Swords" 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 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's narrative.

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When I was little, my father was famous He was the greatest Samurai in the empire And he was the Shogun's decapitator He cut off the heads of a hundred and thirty-one lords It was a bad time for the empire The Shogun just stayed inside his castle and he never came out People said his brain was infected by devils My father would come home, he would forget about the killings He wasn't scared of the Shogun, but the Shogun was scared of him Maybe that was the problem Then, one night, the Shogun sent his Ninja spies to our house They were supposed to kill my father, but they didn't That was the night everything changed See, sometimes You gotta flash 'em back See niggas don't know where this shit started Y'all know where it came from I'm sayin' we gonna take y'all back to the source The knowledge, yo When the MCs came to live out their name And to perform Some had to snort cocaine to act insane But before Pete Rocked it on Now on with the mental plane to spark the brain With the building to be born Yo RZA, flip the track with the what to cut Fake niggas get flipped In mic fights, I swing swords and cut clown Shit is too swift to bite, you record and write it down I flow like the blood on a murder scene, like a syringe On some wild out shit to insert a fiend But it was your op, the shop stolen art Catch a swollen heart from not rollin' smart I put mad pressure on phony wack rhymes that get hurt Shit's played like zodiac signs on sweatshirts That's minimum, and feminine like sandals My minimum table stacks a verse on a gamble Energy is felt once the cards are dealt With the impact of roundhouse kicks from black belts That attack, the mic-phones like cyclones or typhoon I represent from midnight to high noon I don't waste ink, nigga I think I drop megaton bombs more faster than you blink 'Cause rhyme thoughts travel at a tremendous speed Clouds of smoke, of natural blends of weed Only under one circumstance is if I'm blunted Turn that shit up, my clan in the front want it Now when the MCs came to live out the name And to perform Some had to snort cocaine to act insane Before Pete Rocked it on Now on with the mental plane just to spark the brain With the building to be born Yo, the RZA flip the track with the what to cut I'm on a mission that niggas say is Impossible But when I swing my swords, they all choppable I be the body dropper, the heartbeat stopper Child educator, plus head amputator 'Cause niggas styles are old like Mark 5 sneakers Lyrics are weak like clock radio speakers Don't even stop in my station and attack While your plan failed, get derailed, like Amtrak What the fuck for? Down by law, I make law I be justice, I sentence that ass two to four 'Round the clock, that state pen time check it With the pens I be stickin' but you can't state the crime Came through with the Wu, slid off on the DL I'm low-key like seashells, I rock these bells (when the MCs) Now come aboard, it's Medina bound Enter the chamber, and it's a whole different sound It's a wide entrance, small exit like a funnel So deep, it's picked up on radios in tunnels Niggas are fascinated how the shit begin Get vaccinated, my logo is branded in your skin When the MCs came to live out the name And to perform Some had to snort cocaine to act insane Before Pete Rocked it on Now on with the mental plane just to spark the brain With the building to be born Yo RZA flip the track with the what to cut