Lyrical Breakdown of Part II - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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I, I get so high Yo ladies and gentlemen. We got Toni Braxton up in the house (So high that I can kiss the sky bitch) We live up in here y'all, let's get high Motherfucker get high High (Let's Get) High (Let's Get) High (Let's Get) High (Let's Get) Tical shittin again, spittin to win Loaded guns, clip in the end, none sicker than him Yes indeed, I'm ill as any STD's or sex disease These dirty rats want extra cheese On that piece of the pie, now ask me how high? Until ya reach for the sky blame the Crooked Letter I That's my home, 23's wrapped in chrome Not only snap on y'all niggas but I'll snap dem bones Slap your dome, make you leave that crack alone You got the, key to the city but the latch is on I gots it locked, bringin the noise bringin the Funk Doctor Spock Bringin my boys bringin you lungs Pop the Glock but only if you feel this shit Jack the Ripper, don't make me have to kill this bitch Back to get'cha put it in check that's the Mista Meth with his wood on your neck, shut your lips up I, I get so high (Smoke cheeba cheeba smoke cheeba cheeba) I, can touch the sky (You so high that I can kiss the sky sky) I, I get, so high (Brick City and The Crooked Letter I) High (Let's Get) High (Let's Get) High (Let's Get) High (Let's Get) You can, call on the man when the party is borin I'll have these hoes strippin till it's part of the mornin I love a fat chick, with a body enormous It ain't about the weight yo it's how they performin My dash is 180, my weed half a pound When the smoke in the air my nose like basset hounds I don't stash the dro', nigga divide I'm that nigga that ride with trigga to give a supply High, is how I stay all the time Niggas close your doors Yo bitches shut all your blinds If I'm, hard to find take two puffs and pass I stay back but my Benz moved up a class It's Doc and Meth the format is real sickenin Contagious, we out for Mr. Biggs women You better shut your trap when my dogs around We pissin on fire hydrants, so walk around bitch! I, I get so high (Smoke cheeba cheeba smoke cheeba cheeba) I, can touch the sky (You so high that I can kiss the sky sky) I, I get, so high (Brick City and The Crooked Letter I) High (Let's Get) High (Let's Get) High (Let's Get) High (Let's Get) Mista Method Man, puttin in work, foot in the dirt Like it's all good, roll through yo' hood, pushin a hearse I wish y'all would, come around like Clint Eastwood As if your, reppin your hood in my neck of the woods Street gorillas in the PJ's, grimy bitch I wear the same shit for three days, find me lit Blunt sparks like Felipe - fuck the he say, the she say Adjust the microphone, plus the cliche Yo, call me the Bob Backlund, I'll break backs on hoes That look like Toni Braxton, come run with these boney masked men I'm out the gutter, I'm to send your baby mother Out for rubbers, we fuckin tonight Bitches wanna crowd around, how I'm cuffin the mic I'm a gorilla, leave a banana stuck in your pipe Cause I'm a real block winner, the Doc inna Bitch one of my balls bigger than the Epcot Center! I, I get so high (Smoke cheeba cheeba smoke cheeba cheeba) I, can touch the sky (You so high that I can kiss the sky sky) I, I get, so high (Brick City and The Crooked Letter I) High (Let's Get) High (Let's Get) High (Let's Get) High (Let's Get) I, I get so high (Smoke cheeba cheeba smoke cheeba cheeba) I, can touch the sky (You so high that I can kiss the sky sky) I, I get, so high (Brick City and The Crooked Letter I) High (Let's Get) High (Let's Get) High (Let's Get) High (Let's Get) I, I get so high (I, can touch the sky)