Lyrical Breakdown of Big Daddy vs․ Dolemite - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Big Daddy vs․ Dolemite" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Big Daddy Kane weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Big Daddy vs․ Dolemite" 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 Big Daddy Kane employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Mm, oh-yeah
Mm, mm, mm, oh-yeah
Allow me to introduce myself
As the Big Daddy Kane
A smooth lover from around the way
That's bound to drive any bitch insane
Well, Dolemite is my name
And rappin' and tappin' is my game
Oh-yeah? Well, let me tell you somethin Mr. Dolemite
The shit you talkin years ago, I could see
But it's the 90's now and rap is all about me
Listen, when it comes down to rappin'
I was through with it before you learned what to do with it
I'm the king, so I'm stakin' my claim
In the rappin' game
Y'know? For all players, I am the speaker
I'm also known as the hot pussy seeker
When it comes down to ridin' up and down in some pussy
I make it weaker
Also it gets a little deeper
I was walkin' down Broadway the other day
An old lady came my way
She said, "I'll be glad when you 'come 18
I'm gonna give you a funkin' like you ain't never seen!"
I said, "Lady why wait for so much time to pass?
I've been wantin' to tear up yo' old gray ass"
So I pulled out my dick
It was so shiny it looked like it was painted
The ho took one look and damn near fainted
I stuck it in the bitch and the bitch began to shout
Said, "Oh Mr. Dolemite, take that motherfucker out
Well you ain't sayin' nothin' slick to a can of oil
I walked barefoot from New York to Dallas
Won for Pimp of the year at the Caesar's Palace
Made a big snowstorm on the 4th of July
And drunk the waters in the Atlantic Ocean 'til that shit was dry
I was makin' money before Washington was put on a bill
And I kicked Jack's ass and took his ho Jill
I'm the one who broke the bull's back
And made people say "Fuck McDonald's and call me the Big Mac"
Why you long lanky motherfucker
You ain't nothin' but a sucker!
I was born in a barrel of butcher knives
Shot in the ass with two Colt 45's
I've been slapped by a bear and bit by an eel
I chew up railroad iron, and shit out steel!
I jumped in the ocean and swallowed a whale
Handcuff lightning and throw thunder's ass in jail
Why you ignorant decrepit motherfucker
Let me tell you somethin'
I'm the one that put the M in mackin'
Because when you did it you was only actin'
I made pimpin' a full-time job
So bitches wouldn't have to go out and rob
I made the streets of New York hot as a sauna
And hung a home sweet ho sign on every corner
Yes I'm the player of all players and the mack of all macks
Give a headache to excedrin' and knock the shit out of
Why you insecure no business barn junkyard
Rat soup eatin' motherfucker
It was in the early 1960s when I originated my pimpin' game
I was callin' whores jive-ass bitches
And pimps, sucker-ass lames
Kane, before you can take my reign
You gotta cook me a chicken and a half a day
Walk from New York to Los Angeles and throw the bones away
You gotta be born blind and cannot see
Yo' bitches have the pocks in the ass so bad they can't even pee
Ride a bald eagle a million feet in the air
And get out and do the runnin' man while you up there
Have the Mumps and the Asiatic flu
And the crabs around yo' ass start singin' the Yankee Doodle Doo
Aww, fuck it, I give up