Lyrical Breakdown of Gold Watch - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Lupe Fiasco weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Gold Watch" 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 Lupe Fiasco 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 Lupe Fiasco's narrative.

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Let's peruse the essentials of cool

A brief study on the things so instrumental to do

That make me feel fly-er than lobbies of Bellevue's

An exclaimer just e'ermore no credentials from a school

Now

Let's peruse the essentials of cool

A brief study on the things so instrumental to do

That make me feel fly-er than lobbies of Bellevue's

An exclaimer just e'ermore no credentials from a school

In my Fall of Rome jeans, my Head Porter wallet

My Neighborhood shirt and my Eddie Cheng CLOT shit

My not go to college but my street smart polished

Like the black finger nails of that punk rock logic

Do the knowledge, man you can't be punk from projects

Firm disbeliever in your punch clock promise

Was trading off my comics I was taking them to school

One of Jay-Z's boys now I'm skating in your pools

Not to be rude I'm just hating on your rules

Like a young Fifty I'm on my world tour

Good morning Singapore I'm bringing the sun with me

From the Robert Taylor homes to African slum cities

I am American mentally with Japanese tendencies

Perisian sensibilities so stay out the vicinity of...

Yea, yea, the niggas over there

It's just, yea, yea, now look at what I wear

Got my gold watch

And my gold chain

With my fancy car

And my diamond ring

With my fancy broad

And she foreign

So it's no words

And it's no slang

And I'm no trick

And I'm no lame

It's just so slick

That she so game

It's just, yea, yea, she love it over here

It's just, yea, yea, she love it over here

It's just, yea, yea, she love it over here

It's just, yea, yea, she love it over here

I like Zip-T, candles, and Maharishi sandals

And Vita sunglasses and purple murder service samples

I like false t-shirts, Dover Street is off the handle

Such a good designer Junya Watanabe god damn you

I like Yohji Yamamoto and a max roach solo

Leather Gucci belts and Guilty Brotherhood Polos

I like Mont Blanc pens and Moleskine paper

I like Goyargd bags and green Now-and-Laters

Monocle Magazine and Japanese manga

Futura Nosferatu's and HTM trainers

I love Street Fighter 2 I just really hate Zangief

Only Ken and Ryu, I find it hard to beat Blanca

I keep a Wii ninja hanging and an UNKLE album banging

If you negative in energy then stay out the vicinity of...

Yea, yea, the niggas over there

It's just, yea, yea now look at what I wear

Got my gold watch

And my gold chain

With my fancy car

And my diamond ring

With my ghetto broad

And she's so plain

Gotta couple SCARS

And one of those long names

She a fightin' nigga

And cusses with no shame

And her ex-man had her baggin' up cocaine

But she

Yea, yea, she love it over here

It's just, yea, yea, she love it over here

It's just, yea, yea, she love it over here

It's just, yea, yea, she love it over here

But my most coveted thing is a high self-esteem

And a low tolerance for them telling me how to lean

See the most important parts are the ones that are unseen

The wings don't make you fly and the crown don't make you king

Now God don't like ugly, ain't too happy about pretty

I am ignorance's enemy so stay out the vicinity of...

Yea, yea the niggas over there

It's just, yea, yea, now look at what I wear

Got my gold watch

And my gold chain

With my fancy car

And my diamond ring

With my ghetto broad

And she's so plain

Gotta couple scars

And one of those long names

She a fightin' nigga

And cusses wit no shame

And her ex-man had her baggin' up cocaine

But she

Yea, yea, she love it over here

It's just, yea, yea, she love it over here

It's just, yea, yea, she love it over here

It's just, yea, yea, she love it over here

And it's