Lyrical Breakdown of Goldmine - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Goldmine" 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 "Goldmine" 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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Hold 'dro bottles and blow, blowin' for both zones Layin' in 'em Tahoes, we own 'em projos Three for ten in it, we in the lobby with the big din-din-dinninins Don't move, 'cause I'm a representative Live for the street action, die in a war Never that, blast that three at ya Hot in the war, we gangster Republicans With them big things, big rings Get your head shot off, daddy, we don't believe tings News cameras, big hammer, station wagon, blue Phantoms Smother the block up, y'all witness the zoo gamblers We ain't takin' no shorts, it's just the early '80s that made me Now I sit paid in the May B Nothin' but velours and ratchets, bags of dope Under the mattress and I clack like a slave key Wash your squad up, I'm roped up, refuse to rock clothes Stretch my dough up, murk you on the jogger Get money like back in the days niggas Night Shower posse and the Spangla drug kings Slayin' niggas, steady sprayin' niggas 'til the task forces'll roll up In unmarked vehicles, we will be layin' niggas Stretch that coke and see it come back triple When we O.T., cut it with baking soda or quinine Strategize, gettin' paper like the Chinese, Jamaicans Or George Chain niggas and watch me set up a gold mine We got guns tucked in our waistlines With rags hangin' from our back pockets Miraculous money, niggas can't stop it Sherlock Holmes Kangols Medallions so big, attach strings, you can turn 'em into banjoes Phenomenal profit in drug money Scram, wrap 'em a hundred E-X, golden like a honey graham cracker Sidewinder niggas try to infiltrate Blindside a nigga, hit you with the eight We in the club, dumbin' out, drunk in front of the airbrush Backdrop, one's out, five dollars for pictures with the guns out Juggle for a couple days, close shop Then continue to bubble until the strip hotter than a microwave Don't stop, travel on my spare time Keep niggas with us to push the shit like George Jefferson hairline No frills, niggas better go chill 'Fore this gun go up in your nose like Coke sniffin' up your nostrils, nigga Get money like back in the days niggas Night Shower posse and the Spangla drug kings Slayin' niggas, steady sprayin' niggas 'til the task forces'll roll up In unmarked vehicles, we will be layin' niggas Stretch that coke and see it come back triple When we O.T., cut it with baking soda or quinine Strategize, gettin' paper like the Chinese, Jamaicans Or George Chain niggas and watch me set up a gold mine Ayo, salute me, kid, coop me in the Red Room booth And eatin' Fruit Loops, it's all for the loot, boo Designate a hammer that'll lay up scramblers, blam ninjas Get 'em all popped up and start blowin' niggas' Magnums up Caught me in the mix with some rich soldiers Sev' reaction is a key action, black, send forty dojas up We huddlin' big plans, my big mans and them sliggas That ship bricks from out of Zurich, dipped in quicksand See, I was always good at science, in the class, I was doper Mastered the chemistry and temperature, now I'm cookin' the coca Used to sit and watch them older niggas for hours And did the knowledge to how hot and Cold water quickly harden the powder Took it, turned it into somethin' big To my credit, uh, the Guyanese connect shippin' for South America Money calculations total big, I sit up on the steel Holdin' old hundred dollar bills with small faces on it Get money like back in the days niggas Night Shower posse and the Spangla drug kings Slayin' niggas, steady sprayin' niggas 'til the task forces'll roll up In unmarked vehicles, we will be layin' niggas Stretch that coke and see it come back triple When we O.T., cut it with baking soda or quinine Strategize, gettin' paper like the Chinese, Jamaicans Or George Chain niggas and watch me set up a gold mine