Lyrical Breakdown of Can It Be All So Simple (Remix) (feat. Ghostface Killah) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Can It Be All So Simple (Remix) (feat. Ghostface Killah)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Raekwon weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Can It Be All So Simple (Remix) (feat. Ghostface Killah)" 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 Raekwon 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 Raekwon's narrative.

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[Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface Killah] So that's it kid, youknowhatI'msayin? Right here, lights out Yo yo hold up let me talk to this cat Yo kid, whattup Starks, whattup? Ay ay, whassup? Whassup baby? Ay yo yo yo kid, ay yo yo I just seen this kid over there over there, right over there While you're, while you're filmin that shit I know he ain't down with your team Who? Don't know, some sk-skinny lookin, big-head nigga, youknowhatI'msayin? That nigga ain't fuckin with heads though YO SON, I just seen five fiends around a nigga Son Fuck, we gotta, we gotta go C'mon fuckit, let's go over there, I'ma show this nigga right Hold up wait up wait up, jiggy comin Three deep niggaz Fuck Think niggaz don't know what the fuck's goin on Come on, come on, right over here Right on There they go, right there That's them right there kid That cat? Word up Aiyyo kid? You're right behind him What the fuck is you doin man huh? Huh? [The fuck you talkin to?] Talkin to you man! Talkin to you what? [You ain't talkin to me] What the fuck you talkin about? Yo, open your hand man, what the fuck is that in your hand man? [What? Huh?] *Fight ensues* *Smack* What the fuck, the fuck I say? Aiyyo c'mere! C'mere! Motherfu... C'mere Yeah it's my shit, my shit Get up Yo grab that nigga, grab him *Gun fires* Yo shit! *gun fires* Move Son! Move! *gun fires repeatedly* Move move! Go ahead! Get him! Ohh shit! Ohh shit, ohh shit, yo Yo man, yo Son I'm hit Man Son, I'm hit Yo Son? Son I'm hit Damn Son, you bleedin Son, bad Son Aiyyo grab this grab this take this take this Take this take this, I'ma go over to God's house 'fore the cops come I'ma throw this shit away man Go ahead Son, go ahead Son, just go ahead Man fuck that, man seventeen Son Yo Son Get the fuck outta here man Damn Son Go ahead man, I'm dying go ahead Hold that shit Son Yo, go ahead go ahead, nigga try to assassinate me man... [Intro: Raekwon the Chef] It's the remix Son Can it be, act like you know Check it [Verse One: Ghostface Killer] Yo, check what happened out of state I'm knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, flying at a fast rate I smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched, I'm fallin in lust Spore plush I played my hand like a royal flush Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty woman I put it in him, shot up in him, deadly venom I hung around the big time bosses Illegal force exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney, and Lacey Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin in Macy's I dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped And got licked like Papsy in a mob flick I got hit Stumblin holdin my neck to the God's rest Opened flesh burgundy blood colored my Guess Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery Can it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me? I should've stayed in Job Corp, but now I'm a outlaw Ray Cartegna, carry a fo'-fo' nigga [Chorus:] {Can it be that it was all so simple then?} Dedicated to the Gods and Earths Dedicated to babies who came feet first Dedicated to Up North and down state Dedicated to rich niggaz who sell weights Dedicated to projects with black kids Dedicated to man who build pyramids Word up! What the fuck yo? We taking you on another chamber Word up son, you know how we be on it Yeah it's real Show these crabs how to rhyme man I think it's time to bless them, word up Bulletproof First chamber Yo Chef yo [Verse Two: Raekwon] It started off on the Island, AK Shaolin niggaz wildin Old folks scream: stop the violence! True layin up yo, watchin these crack niggaz Playin nuff crap games for what see? Back in days, crime pays in mad ways Sportin Tommy Hil with caves 360 waves And no searchin for loose ends, now flex 300 Benz Mad 10's with mad diamonds Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggaz act trife I paid the price throughout my hood life Remember I got blasted, now that's in the past kid God forbid I lay in the casket But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed, mixed with coke I wash my mouth out with soap And I got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better And fat leather, so whatever, bring it on {Can it be that it was all so simple then?} [Outro:] Yeah, for real Murderous material stacked up Peace to mazes, for real Meditating on life Gold, word up y'all Crazy fly, dedication, to my people Word up, peace to all my brothers that I ain't gonna see no more Peace to brothers on the Island, up North Word up Straight up, I love you boy, it's on like that Word up, word up Peace to man woman and child Word up I got you covered baby, I'm here for you Project, check it Projects peoples one love Keep your head clear, we out of here We move in silence Bad boys, creating, the muderous stacks for your headpiece Baldheads, braids, blowouts Yo Fly chicks It's the remix y'all For real, the real side The RZA, check it Razor blade sharp Peace to the Clan No other producer can compare boy WORD UP Bring it, battle, beats all types of shit For real y'all