Lyrical Breakdown of Let The Games Begin - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Kool G Rap weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Let The Games Begin" 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 Kool G Rap 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 Kool G Rap's narrative.

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Yo, I come in the form of danger lurking Blastin' a mag, straight to murking Shot at strangers from out the Ranges and Suburbans Curtains for anybody perpin' Leavin' 'em hurt for certain Blood on the curb, with bandages like turbans We roll the Durban All in this dirt, puffin' the herb in We bring the verbs and Double actions loaded with Germans Area's urban, block's hot where we be swerving Gun fights strike like a serpent Leave your nerves jerking Lay down any person Strictly for just target rehearsing The skills remain tight as Holy Mary the Virgin Slowly carry the burden So we varied the shit you heard and Hit you with the different methods and versions; We simply Let bullets rip until the clip is empty Get laid in your tracks as if you was SMPTE Hit you like Jack Dempsey The MAC-packin' emcee, with gats clappin' like an MP Open your friendly wimpy, frame like a M.D Blow you until your block's windy Be on sort of a shot frenzy My Glocks don't stop 'til the cops end me Blow only hollow tops in me Hazardous shit - guns is accurate Sendin' niggas to meet the King of Nazareth Playin' me close has a risk I bash cliques like they was masochist Blast of tear gas, thinking I'm pacifist Pass the fifth One last kiss before your ass is missed These bastards is gettin' clapped by the strapped activist Kool G. Rap (repeat 2X) Yo, let the games begin The Tec and MAC-10 flames begin Thugs to the end, my whole crew insane with sins Hammers to firing pins Me and my kin be makin you spin The Lord or The Devil be takin' you in It's the Corona, Queens apocalypse My block is hit with a dark eclipse Take in the hostages and grab the Glocks and clips The rap's apostle, as big as the Loch Ness Large as Colossus is Marvel at shit, get shot at the esophagus The thug saga novelist Sex in this rap shit; monogamous Raining like the tropics, while you be topic-less Blood money monopolist - do it for eons Shining like it's, neon - heart colder than freon Deciding which emcee to pee on; Baby cause that's the shit that we on Niggas go to Warrick like Dionne Put the G on I analyze guys with Montana eyes And vandalize any man alive, soon as the hammer rise Cut em down like samurais Kickin' that real shit that you fantasize Niggas step aside and recognize That G the real cat, pack a steel gat, baby feel that Leave you laying flat wit' ya' shit clapped and peeled back Battle at this rap shit'll put you in back of a Cadillac A bad decision; fuck up your whole vision like cataracts Red roses on a dead foe Laying in wet clothes from head blows Your whole brain be exposed Get your body torn out the frame from lead throws None of my victims ever bled slow Stiff as Edgar Poe, that's how it goes, baby Kool G. Rap (repeat 2X) Yo, let the games begin The Tec and MAC-10 flames begin Thugs to the end, my whole crew insane with sins Hammers to firing pins Me and my kin be makin you spin The Lord or The Devil be takin' you in