Lyrical Breakdown of Criminology (feat. Ghostface Killah) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Criminology (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 "Criminology (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.

This lyrical analysis of "Criminology (feat. Ghostface Killah)" not only celebrates Raekwon's artistic prowess but also serves as an educational tool for aspiring songwriters. If this analysis inspires you and you'd like to see your own songs analyzed in this way, join the Lazyjot community. Register at Lazyjot and start exploring the full potential of your lyrical creativity. Turn your thoughts into rhymes and your rhymes into songs with Lazyjot!

"I told you a long time ago, you fuckin' little monkey, not to fuck me" "Ay ay, who the fuck you think you talkin' to, huh? (You wanna fuck wit-)" "Who the fuck you think I am, your fuckin' bellboy?" "You wanna go to war? You wanna go to war, okay?" (Comin' up on half a mil', we build) For real, y'all Takin' you on another one, son Uhh, Julio Iglesias Makin' C.R.E.A.M. like that nigga Yo, (Blaow!) first of all, son, peep the arson Many brothers I be sparkin' and bustin' mad light inside the dark Call me dough snatcher, just the brother for the rapture I hang glide, holdin' on strong, hard to capture Extravagant, RZA bake the track and it's militant Then I react like a convict and start killin' shit It's manifested, the Gods work like appliances Dealin' in my cypher I revolve around sciences The 9th chamber, leave you trapped inside my hallway You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway (Blaow! Blaow!) No question, I send your ass back right to the essence Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin'? While I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops Throwin' niggas off airplanes 'cause cash rules (Cash rules) Everything around me, black, as you can see Swallow this murder one verse like God degree Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction You adapt like a flashback chain reaction (Lace them niggas, son) AK's black, bust back like 70 MACs I'm all that, street niggas knowin' my steez, black Ron G, you know he coincide with me, see Marvelous menace fo' society But anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost I max the most shotguns through the nose Fuck rap, hip-hop put me on top 'Lo wears and Tommy Hil' fly shit with a knot The witty unpredictable live shit, drive-by shit Do or die shit, I'll take your lye and shit And then you know, I'm runnin' through the penal Foul, fall through, child was wild The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know what? One love, kid, no, I'm not doin' a bid Too much to get for what? 'Cause six niggas got stuck And the nigga chain was truck? Yo, fuck that, criminology rap, sneakers stay Jet black floatin' in the flyest Ac', nigga (Bring it, yeah) Much love go to New York City All my Tommy Hil', ice rockin' niggas