Lyrical Breakdown of A-YO - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Gza feat. Method Man weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "A-YO" 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. Method Man 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. Method Man's narrative.

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Uh, and it goes like this Uh uh uh uh, it goes like that Now let me tell you who I am Up early in the morning, dressed in black Who dat? Yo yo Marvel this theatrical, drama on stage Broadway classical, led men to rage Like currents, the beat change and now a flow is strange You in the arctic wit wolves that viciously main Thugs that roam clubs, in the dark wit fireworks that spark Saltwater vibrations comin from sharks Blood-thirsty kids bite just as well as I write You're like secretaries who can't type, you're no use Broke down vessels who want a boost, there's no jokes Quick fast you, get stumped cuz you played, your organ pump Kool-Aid, from Indiana wit the Jones of a Lost Crusade Hip-hop done hit the church, girls rockin mini skirts The b-side kept plenty hurt Push like the shovels in snow storms And stack piles of foul, the shit you must GROW ON! Uh and it goes like this Uh uh uh uh, it goes like that Pay no attention to the evil they speak You caught the beef wit the equal eye, poisonous beats from underneath Crack the concrete wit two left feet Head on my meat Ain't no games here we playin for keeps (WE PLAY FOR KEEPS!) Introducing, the crowd seducing man on the street Penitentiaries is either half-dead or too sweet Back to basic, condition-al god, plus I can take it Wagin war within the matrix, it's hard to see Touch, hear, smell or even taste it, take your places We runnin in these human races, bucking naked Back-slappin kid yappin, actin villian catchin feelin like we cap peelin As if we killin every brick in every project building From Cabrini Green to Tildens, sincerely yours Mista Meth and Maximilion (da millions, da millions) (Ka ka ka ka ka ka ka KAAA!) (da millions ha!)