Lyrical Breakdown of Knowledge God - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Knowledge God" 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 "Knowledge God" 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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Plug Word, yo (know what I'm sayin'?) Word (yo) Know what I'm sayin'? You know-, you know we had the baddest motherfuckin' (no doubt, no doubt) Unit back in the days, kid (I know that son, I know that) You know that (you know I know that) Know what I'm sayin'? (Know what I'm sayin'?) I miss all my niggas though, believe me And I'll never forget none of 'em (word up, word up, know what I'm sayin'?) Su, Tyrese, Size, you know that I'm sayin'? (Rob, you know what I'm sayin'?) Eddie, motherfuckin'-, all them wild-ass niggas, man (yeah, yeah) You know what I'm sayin'? (I hear you) L, yo, man (yeah, yeah, yeah , yeah) Shit is wild though, God, you know what I'm sayin', God? (Tyrese, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Word up, you know what I'm sayin'? (Powerful, word up, word up) So you let me shit got at the count of three though You know what I'm sayin'? (Take your time, take your time) Fake niggas throw shit in they drinks Club nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and Chinks While World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds Niggas projects filled with fiends injectin' Morphine, the God seen more cream, and upstate Cousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen Chill, pa, the God'll be a star when you come home Light bones and let you rock my 3G stone So, see cousin, yo, I was workin', cats I'm jerkin' And uptown these niggas actin' like they hurtin' Keys twenty for a brick Colombians be on some bullshit, that's why papi got hit Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room Skied up, weaved the fuck up, to top it off Look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin' your seed up I took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it I got your back though Yo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Grasmere Hit a store owner named Mike Lavogna Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin' them fat Milano Sellin' coke right out the bottle Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds (sit back, relax) Crazy piece, buyin' keys in Greece Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures Condo with his chick, rockin' the gold vigor Mafia flicks, tyin' up tricks was his main hobby Teachin' his seed, Wu-Tang karate Mixin' drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks Night time rollin' with sphinx Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank Sixteen shots in his fist to bank And his pet piranha, he named him Marijuana Smokin' ganja, callin' his weed pipe Sandra Claimin' New York was ancient Babylon Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like heron I can't front though, truck loads of Indo Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-ho Yo, why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God Why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God Why's my niggas always yellin' that broke shit Let's get money, son, now you want to smoke shit Chill, God, yo, the sun don't chill, Allah What's today's mathematic, son? Knowledge God Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, Miami niggas Word up, show your love Yeah y'all, yeah y'all, yeah Word up, London, Europe, Africa Word up, the fifty-two states, yeah Catch me later, word up, yeah, yeah About to make moves and slide like grease Moves and slide like grease