Lyrical Breakdown of Living In The World Today - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Living In The World Today" 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 "Living In The World Today" 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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Yo (yeah), check it out, son, check it out, son

Yo (Wu, can I get a soo?), live in the place to be

You got the capital G, Z to the A, MC

Givin' a mad shout out to the Ranch Crew, from the old school

And we gonna take that one back, know what I'm sayin'?

Lyrical sorcerers right here, the fathers, the cream of the crop, son

(Yo, check it)

Well, if you livin' in the world today

You be hearin' the slang that the Wu-Tang say

Niggas that front, we don't have them

So we blast 'em, alright, well okay

Well, if you like the way it sounds, then clap, man

And if the women love it too, well then raise your hands

But only raise your hands if you're sure

Punk niggas shatter like a glass jaw, break it

My rhyme gross weight vehicle combination

Was too heavy for the Chevy's, is chased out the station

Double-edged was the guillotine that beheaded it

Gassed up, fuckin' with some regular unleaded shit

Heads roll on hillsides behind ropes that

Bind-in, X marks the spot on the scope

Heavily armed, military is necessary, it's a gamble

MC's bet they best at every

Powerful parable ditties might harm

If tampered with, set off and strike like pipe bombs

Flashbacks to the "Duel of the Iron Mic"

Look out for these fatal flying spikes

Of massive sleep holds

Put strangle on commercial angle

Microphone cords tangled from being Star Spangled

Now, who could ever say they heard of this?

My motherfuckin' style is mad murderous

Well, if you like the way it sounds, then clap man (clap man)

And if the bitches love it too, well then raise your hands (c'mon, c'mon)

But only raise your hands if you're sure

Punk niggas shatter like a glass jaw, yeah

Well, if you livin' in the world today

You be hearin' the slang that the Wu-Tang say

Niggas that front, we don't have them (have them)

So we blast 'em (pow), alright, well okay

Well, what you know about MC'in'? (Yo, I know a lot)

Well, can you demonstrate somethin', nigga? (Huh, I'd rather not)

I'm talkin 'bout stacks, cousin (nigga, that's what I got)

Cash rules the world (well, cash rules the spot)

My preliminary attack keep cemeteries packed

Of niggas who think it ain't like that

MC's are gunned down like being run down with mad trucks

Then God struck, religious niggas call it "bad luck"

Rap celeb, you got caught up in the web

Now, bees are stingin', yo, that niggas em-singin'

I'm just swingin' swords strictly based on keyboards

Unbalanced like elephants and ants on see-saws

I throw raps that attack like the Japs on Pearl Harbor

MC's be out like bank robbers

Fleeing the scene, to be a sole survivor

DJ, the getaway driver

Tried to dip, but he dive, I socialize on vocal vibes

On tracks stabbed up with razor-sharp knives

Criminal subliminal minded rappers

Find it hard to define it

When narrow is the gate for fat tapes

And if played out and out of date

Then I construct my thoughts on site to renovate

And from that point, the God made a statement

Draftin' tracements, replacements in basements

Materials in sheet-rock to sound proof the beatbox

And microscopic optics received through the boxes

Obnoxious topic, major labels, flavor tropical

Punchlines, that's unstoppable

Ring like shots from Glocks that attract cops

Around the clubs and try to shut down the hip-hop

But we only increase if everything is peace

Father You See King the police

Well, if you livin' in the world today

You be hearin' the slang that the Wu-Tang say

Niggas that front, we don't have them (have them)

So we blast 'em (pow), alright, well okay

Well, if you like the way it sounds, then clap man (clap man)

And if yo' women love it too, well then raise your hands (c'mon, c'mon)

But only raise your hands if you're sure

Punk niggas shatter like a glass jaw, break it

If you livin' in the world today

You be hearin' the slang that the Wu-Tang say

Niggas that front, we don't have them (have them)

So we blast 'em (pow), alright, well okay

Yeah

The Wu-Tang say

We don't have them

Alright, well okay

The world today

The Wu-Tang say

Niggas that front, we don't have them

Blast them, alright, well okay