Lyrical Breakdown of Ghetto Musick (Club Mix) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Ghetto Musick (Club Mix)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how OutKast weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Ghetto Musick (Club Mix)" 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 OutKast 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 OutKast's narrative.

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Whoo! (Whoo!) Turn me up, don't turn me down Cut me up, don't let me down Find, find a way Find a way to get out, without a hit out, you dig in, you dig out, you get out GhettoMusick! GhettoMusick! Find a way to get in, to fit in, you get on, you get out, without a doubt GhettoMusick! GhettoMusick! Climbing out of this hole (climbing out of this hole) With a frown on my face (in the place to be) In the place to be and not to be at the same time G-H-E-T-T-O M-U-S-I-C-K stay down O-U-T-K-A-S-T best know that we don't play 'round If it don't stank like they stank Then they can't swallow that down Your battleship is sunk, I wish grandma could see us Find a way to get out, without a hit out, you dig in, you dig out, you get out GhettoMusick! GhettoMusick! Find a way to get in, to fit in, you get on, you get out, without a doubt GhettoMusick! GhettoMusick! I just want you to know, how I feel (feeling good, feeling great) How I feel (feeling great, feeling good, how are you?) I just want you to know, how I feel (feeling good, feeling great) How I feel (feeling great, feeling good, how are you?) Hot tub, back to the bony, I'm Tony Ask my grandma, Edna Mae Kearse, she showed me How to be the smooth operator, dominator In the state of Georgia Hip-hop, stand destroy ya Leave a muthafucka open like a foyer He from the Dirty now here come the paranoia A lawyer couldn't object or disrespect the technique Sweat me, wipe off the sweat! Fight off the shit and flush the waste don The pipes of my life flow deep into the ground Find my purpose on the surface of this earth is Plane is standard to me they have no purpose Campaign in vein for the same lame fame you obtain You ought to be detained by the Hip Hop Sheriff Locked up, no possibility of getting out Because the shit you make is killing me And my ears and my peers I hear the end is near, no fear we disappear Then reappear again in a fresh new light I hope it's peaceful and cloudy because if not we gonna fight like G-H-E-T-T-O M-U-S-I-C-K stay down O-U-T-K-A-S-T best know that we don't play 'round If it don't stank like they stank Then they can't swallow that down Your battleship is sunk, I wish grandma could see us Find a way to get out, without a hit out, you dig in, you dig out, you get out GhettoMusick! GhettoMusick! Find a way to get in, to fit in, you get on, you get out, without a doubt GhettoMusick! GhettoMusick! I just want you to know, how I feel (feeling good, feeling great) How I feel (feeling great, feeling good, how are you?) I just want you to know, how I feel (feeling good, feeling great) How I feel (feeling great, feeling good, how are you?)