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)
(It makes you feel like you're there in outer space)
(Beneath the seas)
It's the Adderall Admiral
Writing holy mackerel
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 that hit your left clavicle
Melt sweat suits and paint the avenue
You have no clue like toy stores without board games
But when I paint pictures, I'm dipping brushes in war paint
(Meet the future face to face) woo
I'm a mothafuckin' mothafucka
Fucking on your mother with two rubbers, I do fuck her
No cover just her booty on a pillow (uh)
Your bitch said my dick tastes like (what it taste like?)
Tropical fruit Skittles
I am bumping Bill Withers (Withers)
Swishers on Schwarzenegger (aah)
Matter fact, nah nigga, they on Boa Constrictors (yeah)
They'll choke a nigga
These niggas ain't rappers (rappers)
They mothafuckin' characters
Caught your baby momma horny then I stuck a carrot in her
Then you made a salad with her, ate it for dinner (ah)
I don't want that skinny bitch look like that ho from Thinner (Thinner)
Swore she played soccer, she was real good with headers (header)
Had me yelling, "Goal!" (Goal), while I was sitting on the dresser
Give the bitch a hat trick, smoking on the cat piss (smoke)
I keep the bitch wet, around you she's a cactus (style)
I got them Penis Poems 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 to get more for conversation
Why you niggas tricking, giving your obligation
You safe havens, I'm Wes Craven with 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 (nigga)
You Captain Save-'Em-ass nigga (nigga)
I don't give a bitch shit but hard dick and liquor (yeah)
So, so nice to meet you, I hope that you safe
(Meet the future face to face)
(Stop)
(It makes you feel like you're there in outer space)
(Beneath the seas)