Lyrical Breakdown of Verbal Intercourse (feat. Ghostface Killah & Nas) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Verbal Intercourse (feat. Ghostface Killah & Nas)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Raekwon feat. Nas and Ghostface weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Verbal Intercourse (feat. Ghostface Killah & Nas)" 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 feat. Nas and Ghostface 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 feat. Nas and Ghostface's narrative.

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[Rae] No tricks, no tricks baby [Nas] Yeah, aiyyo Rae [Ghf] Check it out y'all [Nas] It's the science [Ghf] Fly wonderful [Rae] Yeah y'all [Nas] Tony Starks and umm Lex Diamonds [Ghf] Tony Starks, my nigga Nas [Rae] Strength my whole team is eatin off this type of shit [Nas] For all the fake niggaz out there, yaknahmean [Ghf] Word up [Rae] Good shit, nigga next time, no more whatever shit [Nas] Fakes be celebratin but they be mistaken [Ghf] Word to the wise [Rae] Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket [Ghf] All types of shit, yo son [Rae] Rock it, RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet [Nas] Tell em it's on right? [Ghf] Show those crabs how to rhyme [Rae] RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet [Ghf] It's only like five percent out of a hundred [Rae] RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet [Ghf] Do it to em baby [Verse One: Nas] Thru tha lights, cam'ras, n action, glama glittas in gold. I unfold, tha scroll. Plant seeds ta stampede tha globe. When I'm deceased, by then tha beasta rise like yeast Ta conquer peace, leavin savages ta roam in tha streets. Live on tha run; police payin me ta give in my gun. Trick my wisdom, wit tha system that imprisoned my son. Smoke a gold leaf. I hold heat, nonchalantly. I'm raunchy, but things I do is real. It never haunts me, While, funny style niggaz roll in tha pile. Roosta heads profile on a bus ta Riker's Isle, Holdin weed inside they pussy wit they minds On tha pretty things in life. Props is a true thugs wife. It's like a cycle; niggaz come home, some'll go in, Do a bullet, come back, do tha same shit again. From tha womb to tha tomb, presume tha unpredictable. Guns salute life, rapidly, that's tha ritual. [Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef] Perhaps bullets bust niggaz discuss mad money True lies and white guys, we can see it through the eyes Catch the most on tape, kilos disintegrate Pyrex pots, we break, fiends lickin plates In the building niggaz building, like little children starin Them older niggaz aint carin Sirens circlin fiends are lurkin in your baggage Oh, one's gone now, what, smack him in his cabbage In the woodwork, crack cells bubble like Woolworth's In the projects, richest niggaz rockin all the real worth Police questioning, rooftop cats invested in Tradin in they Lexus' GS's sendin messages Two and two makes four, Cristal's crazily pour Gun wars my crew phantom like swords [Verse Three: Ghostface Killer] With the green leathers, hunded pound snakes and cakes Fiends found in lakes, jeolously Jakes we shake What I strive for is what I live for Infatuated by material things, and it's wild like for war Like somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold Future stacks yo I hold Thousands of cracks bagged up inside the shoebox Don't keep jack in my lap, don't wanna see Tupac Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with rocks Shoot-outs making me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball drop In the Now, I'm bangin niggaz for slide time Hurry up Duke I'm next, show em mine And what the fuck is you looking at? By the way young blood, hit me off with that Green Bay hat Watch your back inside the hall, new niggaz slide through Like doors yo, you're starin in the mess hall Your adrenaline runs, cigarette niggas be swindlin New jacks surrenderin, come home not rememberin Made bail with different size kicks on, a white dress shirt Lookin gay in the yard, and you got hurt Flashbacks, of the day room, mop ringer style Your faggot ass got bashed tryin to turn the dial You told your boo you was whylin Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your family's from Shaolin High class cooks, throw on vestes out of phone books Infirmary niggas are screaming, "I got drugs!" Sharpen toothbrushes 190 mixed with baby oil and shit Your man's in the kitchen stashing ice picks Well I'ma end this with a big red cherry on top Me, Nas and Rae got the best product on the block [Rae] Strength my whole team is eatin off this type of shit [Ghf] Word up, throw your hands up [Rae] Good shit, nigga next time, no more whatever shit [Ghf] Cock back the Mac an say whatever [Rae] Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket [Ghf] Your Hawaiian's stale, exoticness, fly shit [Rae] RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet [Ghf] Floatin on in nine-five in the basement