Lyrical Breakdown of Ghost in the Machine - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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All the time, all the time, all the time, rattpack, what up All the time, all the time, all the time, rattpack Back in the basement, homie Way before, way before the first placement, homie Back in the basement, homie Way before, way before the first placement, homie Yeah, time is a drug and it's finite So that's why I write, about my present now so clean Round it like a mezzanine, record raps like I'm a machine Word to major, homie, what's your flavor, homie? College bar days, rockin suave, homie Anonymity was free, but now they all know me The money that I got The money that I got The rollie that I got The fame, take it all away now tell me what I got First and foremost, my health, secondly, that's my family I got tact, I got heart, I got it all but a Grammy I got people that love me and some people that can't stand me But no matter what they say, I know I am me I'm a champ like N.O.R.E. and EFN way down in Miami Know the game could never ban me I'm a renegade like M and J Might as well be honest with what you say Cause no matter how you feel, them people finna hate you anyway This for the kid in the dorm room with a dream of his own These haters that try to drown you, they won't leave you alone But never give up your sight, always remember to fight You never know what could happen your life could change overnight It happened to me, I ain't kidding, way back in them days, man Playing Call of Duty online, rocking with FaZe Clan I'm a millionaire with a dad bod and a cup of graze, man So keep it real all the time and remember who you am, who you am East side, west side We ride, we die all for this All my mind I know why I came fall for this All my life I've tried, I've cried, got pride in it All my life I've hide, I stayed inside for this Tell me what you know about 40 days, 40 nights, no lies, all for this Tell me what you know about sleeping outside No ride in the wintertime, all for this Tell me what you know about commas in the bank Looking in the mirror, yeah, I did all of this (Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me) Yeah I'm just trynna do what makes me happy Living my truth Was cut from a different cloth, played by different rules Had to find a way to cheat the status quo Still with the static though Played the corner like Avante Maddox, where the addicts go Wasn't my habits though I was on a different wave Played the sidekick to get it, did the Scottie Pippen phase These days I play it like Lebron Business cards say I got a white side I ain't Hassan Nah, this is educated black Playing with me get you smacked, for a while been on these Cubans Sipping Azul, but my energy still miles with the Ye I'm sharp as Shannon, you skip cuz you skipping facts I tip my hat to anybody black that made it out the hood Got they old family living good from off of rap We don't get as many options to live as opulent Ball Harbor shop, take the crew to Nobu, I found blue occupants A long way from Briggs Chaney Where rolling up bush was my vice like Dick Cheney I was living insanely For the money I couldn't attain, mama couldn't tame me She get it now, I count up on her kitchen counter 2000, 3004, gotta fix her kitchen floor Here go 3000 more Feel good to step up, make up what she can't afford Keep it a buck, this is what it's all for, for sure