Lyrical Breakdown of Ice Water (feat. Ghostface Killah & Cappadonna) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Ice Water (feat. Ghostface Killah & Cappadonna)" 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 "Ice Water (feat. Ghostface Killah & Cappadonna)" 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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(Feat. Ghostface Killah & Cappadonna) Intro: Ghostface Killer Tommy Hil' rockin ice niggaz Tommy Hil' ice rockin niggaz who fuck... Mira, afrente Take a one on one to this shit y'all (yeah) Get your nostrils clear (yeah) Come on, sniff your brains out All my Al Capone, Al Pacino niggaz (yeah) Who's down with drug smuggling Cappadonna, Golden Arms Verse One: Ghostface Killer Yo, yo Take out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus I know a few niggaz sniff coke, it cause seizures Peace to half-moon Caesars and all the bitches in the bleachers Hot weather, sex on the beaches Jury shopping out of the country, deluxe luxury, People saying dem not change, look, truckle me But what about the Wonder Woman bracelet Two-oh point three diamond cut engraved rubies, kid I laced it My sweet tooth gotta nigga throbbin, ready for robbin But first hit Maria's, for a butter almond The bionic microphone is stacked mechanic Move like a bunch of Mexicans with bandanas Son, it's on so we can just Maximillion I got the spot sewn, so we can make a billion The God's tropical, ladies call me black fruit punch Rainbow, flavored niggas murder niggas for lunch Peace to the Paris crew in the avenue and my nigga Jay Love Who carries switch blades on the red roof Verse Two: Cappadonna Yo, the first branch, the third leaf, whoever want it got beef I politic, show love, crush those who dare creep Into my realm of sunshine I praise divine Fine line between dawn of dumb, deaf and blind He ain't mine, he shook like the faggots on daytime Crossed over grain while we was bubblin moonshine Sippin on the Moet, laid up, Rae-Gambino Mastermind the plan, Tony Starks, Cappachino Develop while your head be swellin up all for the nation Blinded by the ice while I release the confrontation Donna holy fat bads of weed, ravioli Pasta, Bodyguard the Killa Bee songs like Kevin Costner Infrared all inside your bumba rasta Cappadonna pimped the derby like the mobster Interlude: Ghostface Yeah, yeah Eight spaghetti lame brain ass niggaz Quarters, nickels, and dimes bitch Except for overtime nigga Any ass money should be fine Cause I'm coming strong, reaking niggas backs Keepin shit real If you haven't noticed this crazy ass rusty, ass nigga Let me tell you this four times Tony Starks, Raekwon the chef Cappachino and Golden Arms Is comin through mad strong From the isles of Shaolin For all them faggot ass Rusty ticket-head bitches too Shump shump baby Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef Yo back in the days, bagging crack, scrapin plates Flippin cakes to them heavy head niggaz hating Jakes It be us, all the war's soldiers, hanging in halls getting over City niggaz who for blood money rocking Rovers Stay dipped, don't have no money in your pocket In the streets while these people mark money in their Jeep Crack bums watch your back for jumps Caught before a fake twenty dollar bill, get em son, we ain't the one Politickin, purse vickin, sick of these Dominicans Eating good, had to shoot my way up out of Bennigans That's life, to top it all off, beef for White Pulling bleach out trying to throw it in my eyesight Yo what the fuck was on yo mind?