Lyrical Breakdown of Outer Space - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Outer Space" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Danny Brown weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Outer Space" 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 Danny Brown 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 Danny Brown's narrative.

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Meet the future face to face And make sure feel like you there in outer space It's the Adderall Admiral , Writing holy macarel Your bitch say my dick long like the strap on a satchel I took me a capsule with no hassle Now it's like I dip feathers of ink in a castle A prodigy like bullets hit your left clavicle No sweatsuits and paint the avenue You have no clue like toy stores with no board games But when I paint pictures I'm dipping brushes in war paint Mothafucka Fucking on your mother with two rubbers, I do fuck her No cover just her booty on a pillow Your bitch said my dick tastes like tropical fruit Skittles I'm bumping BO Wither, Swishers on Schwarzenegger Matter fact, nah nigga they on Boa Constrictors, they'll choke a nigga These niggas ain't rappers, they motherfuckin' characters Caught your baby momma horny then I stuck a carrot in her Then you made a salad with her , Ate that shit for dinner I don't want that skinny bitch look like that ho from Thinner Swore she played soccer she was real good with headers Had me yelling "Goal!" while I was sitting on the dresser Give the bitch a hat trick Smoking on the cat piss I keep the bitch wet, around you she's a cactus I got them Penis Psalms for your Vagina Monologues Love a feminist bitch, oh, they get my dick hard So no apologies for all the misogyny I just want your company to come and watch some porn with me My oral orchestration causes manipulation The way these hoes be chasing though I had the tongue of Satan But I just gave 'em dick they more for conversation Why you niggas tricking giving your obligation You safe havens, I'm Wes Craven X cravings Fuck a bitch mouth until her fucking face cave in Hidden cams in her house, I caught her masturbating Extorted her for the cash, now your ass paying You Captin Save-Them-Ass, nigga I don't give a bitch shit but hard dick and liquor So so nice to meet you, I hope that you're safe