Lyrical Breakdown of Cold World - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Cold World" 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 "Cold World" 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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I had a bad dream Don't be afraid, bad dreams are only dreams What a time you chose to be born? Babies dying, moms crying, and punks getting off Shit is deep on the block, and you got me locked down In this cold, cold world It was the night before New Year's, and all through the fuckin" projects Not a handgun was silent, not even a TEC Outsiders is stuck, by enemies who put fear And blasted on the spot before the pigs were there You know hoods robbers snipers new in sight fuck blue and white They escape before them flash the fuckin' lights Gunshots, shatter first floor window panes Shells hit the ground and blood stained the dice game Whether broke calisthenic, any style you set it Beat niggas toothless, physically cut up like gooses But with iron on the side, thugs took no excuses Therefore, your 52 hand blocks was useless Links was snatched off necks, scars on throats Jackets took, after bullet rips through coats Against those who felt the cold from the steel made 'em fold And squeal, once the metal hit the temple of his grill Construction worker, who was caught for his bomber No time to swing the hammer that was hanging from his farmer's And it's bugged how some niggas catch slugs And pockets dug from everything except check stubs And it does, sound ill like wars in Brownsville Or fatal robberies in Red where feds look For fugitives to shoot cops, niggas laying on rooftops For his C.R.E.A.M, he stashed in a shoebox But he was hot, and the strip was filled with young killers You don't suspect, so cops creep like caterpillars And born thieves stay hooded with extra bullets Those who try to flee they hit the vertebrae, increase the murder rate Similar to hit men who pull out techs and then Drop those who act like Thai flows from Mexican Rabbit, like recipients cashing checks again Back to the motherfuckin' spot on Lexington Babies dying, moms crying, and punks getting off Shit is deep on the block, and you got me locked down In this cold, cold world (cold world) We've been running from the cops, busting off shots Shit is deep on the block, and you got me locked down In this cold (cold), cold world (cold world) (yo) No time to freeze, undercovers ease up in Grand Prix's And seize packages and pocket the currency Clicks control strips full clips are sprayed Yellow tape barricades sidewalks where bodies lay Madness strikes at twelve o'clock midnight Stick up kids on the ground broke the staircase light And I stays harassed, scrambling for petty cash Jakes on my ass young bucks is learning fast 357s and 44s Bought inside corner stores, provide fire sparks for wars Hospital floors surrounded by the law Homicide questioning while the jakes guard the door My hood stay tense, loyalty puts strength in my team 'Cause niggas main concern is C.R.E.A.M Some niggas in the jet black Gallant Shot up the Chinese restaurant, for this kid named Lamont I thought he was dead, but instead he missed a kid And hit a 12-year-old girl in the head and then fled Tactical narcotic, task force, back off fast 'Cause the crime boss is passing off cash Extortions, for portions of streets, causes beef Havin' followers of Indians trying to play Chief You witness the saga, casualties, and drama Life is a script, I'm not a actor but the author Of a modern day opera, where the main character Is presidential papers, the dominant factor You knew you have me Did you see to it's charm But you look so alive As I walk on by Babies dying, moms crying, and punks getting off Shit is deep on the block, and you got me locked down In this cold, cold world We've been running from the cops, busting off shots Shit is deep on the block, and you got me locked down In this cold, cold world Babies dying, moms crying, and punks getting off Shit is deep on the block, and you got me locked down In this cold, cold world Babies dying, moms crying, and punks getting off Shit is deep on the block, and you got me locked down In this cold, cold world We've been running from the cops, busting off shots Shit is deep on the block, and you got me locked down In this cold, cold world