Lyrical Breakdown of Swordsman - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Swordsman" 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 "Swordsman" 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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When a motherfucker steps out his place

And gets slapped in his motherfuckin face

Just because the motherfucker tried to base, The G.O.D, The G.O.D

And while I see his whole clique pass us by

Motherfuckers think they qualify

And for those niggas want to try

The G.O.D., the G.O.D

Yo, I'm not caught up in politics

I'm no black activist on a so-called scholar's dick

I come through with the Wu and drop math

And versatile freestyle bombs and phonographs

And deliver, all things in number and weight

Searched to death, on how living things relate

Cause at a young age, I was molded in a religion I relied on

And got caught up in superstition

Scared to split pole, ducked black cats

Once in a while, threw salt over my back

But with knowledge of self from off the shelf

Made things seemed complicated now small like elves

So turn off the lights, light a candle, and have a seance

Pull the lid off the Dean Martin scandal

Witches, warlocks, spooks and holy ghosts

RZA let's defraud the hoax

When a motherfucker steps out his place

And gets slapped in his motherfuckin face

Just because the motherfucker tried to base, The G.O.D, The G.O.D

And while I see his whole clique pass us by

Motherfuckers think they qualify

And for those niggas want to try

The G.O.D., the G.O.D

We were on the same ship when the slaves were checked

I had to pull your card, you was on the top deck

So I plotted my escape, I saw the thin line between love and hate

And fast from the hog on the plate

I suffered brutal pain, from whips and chains

Punishments that were set to wash the brain

So look listen observe and also respect this jewel

Drawed up, detect and reflect this

Light I shine, because my powers is refined

Through the truth, which manifest through eternal minds

Purified gases and masses the same elements

That helped spark civilization classes

I see brothers quote math plus degrees

Look at professor-ass niggas can't feed they own seeds

When a motherfucker steps out his place

And gets slapped in his motherfuckin face

Just because the motherfucker tried to base, The G.O.D, The G.O.D

And while I see his whole clique pass us by

Motherfuckers think they qualify

And for those niggas want to try

The G.O.D., the G.O.D