Lyrical Breakdown of Lock Down (Skit) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Lock Down (Skit)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Method Man feat. Redman, Raekwon & Ghostface Killah weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Lock Down (Skit)" 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 Method Man feat. Redman, Raekwon & Ghostface Killah 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 Method Man feat. Redman, Raekwon & Ghostface Killah's narrative.

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Get it! Haha, Funk Doc in the building, bitch Ya'll already know the business, nigga, haha Yo, let's get it, yeah, I'm with it Streets on fire, I'm frying my dinner Quick like Sugar Ray Leonard, one love Any boy get served like tennis Menace, you call a rap bulldog Me and my pen form into Voltron Cold, my heart built with a snowball And I fuck old women like Zohan Roll on like Michem, Barry Bonds this bitch When the beat start pitching I'm broke, my ATM ain't kicking But what I drive, I build expensive Look at me, nigga, I got it In pocket, ask Houston how I 'rock-it' If I go hungry, you getting robbed By me, Biggie Smalls and The Delfonics Yo, man, yeah, yeah, take it back to Rae shit Straight off the muthafucking concrete, nigga You know how I go, word up, let's go {Three minutes left...} Before all the cussing and the gunfights Don't wanna run Nikes, yeah, scramble when it sunlight G's in my pocket of juice, blue goose I'm a goon under the moon, glow on the boosters Yeah, deadily my sons regret me Windpipe writing, the mic fighting, respect me I'm from where it get down, machete your mother Snatch your brother, scrap you down You know the deal, when we do this, chill Catch me in Brazil, ratchet on, little glass of Tequil' I sware to the real, my real, if I don't win Then I won't spend, I'm grabbing bill That's the hammer, I'mma do this, nana Niggas who hunt, snatch 'em up, bite the clip, the banana And this is for them good niggas, blow that L And that blow that well, and watch the book, niggas Yeah, watch them jooks, niggas, you know what it be, man Word up, niggas staying alive (Gotta kill these voices in my head) {Two minutes left} Bunch of fucking roaches, man Jeter, married to the game without a pre-nub And she don't act up, if I don't eat her Damn, now that's what I call a diva You sick, man? I'm what you call a fever And I don't put no snow up in my cheeba Pack a little heater, the game get colder in the freezer Hit your little corner with the sweeper Dance with the reaper, sharper than a fuck Plus I'm laying in the cut like a half-moon Caeser What you getting is the truth My bird eye visions spot the pigeon in the coup Same way I live it, how I spit it in the booth Next to RZA, ain't no nigga bigger than the group Stat, fuck that, we come strapped Bust gats, drug raps, and pump cracks What you trying do nigga, we done done that I'm off the gunrack, nigga put ya gun back Yeah, you slow your blow, boy You gon' lay where you lie, nigga (Get rid of the crack, and flush that dust Hurry, where the L, move, come on, freeze, freeze) {One minute left} Aiyo, I woke up in handcuffs, heard the police wanted me dead Big bullets and splashing all over Kingpin's still moving that weight And his main goon burned up a discotech He's a hazard, classic, nigga, we got a flick of him He jacked Nate, while he took the picture And we tapped his crib, bugs all in the jacuzzi Under the seeds bed, we found an uzi Trully, and we know about his bitch in Charlotte Pulled her over, State Troopers found two revolvers And she told us them handguns "That's my fathers And I'm licensed to carry those shits regardless Ya'll just played my man, caught her with a million dollars Worth of fireworks, coming back from Japan It's nothing, ya'll police be fronting And stop looking at my pussy, like ya'll want to suck it, I'm out On ya'll pussies, catch me next time, bye bye" Alright, fellas stand back and watch the closing doors Lock 'em up! Let's go, lights out