Lyrical Breakdown of Fanatic Of The B Word - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Fanatic Of The B Word" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how De La Soul weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Fanatic Of The B Word" 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 De La Soul 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 De La Soul's narrative.

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Ha ha! Ah yeah! Got it going on like a big old fat high hard-on! (Ooh-weee!) Black Sheep in the house, sweet daddy Mr. Lawnge in the House, my man the Dres in the house, you know what I'm sayin' Huey Love in the house, long Posdnuos, Dove, Prince Paul, the Immigrant Lucien in the house. The house Dreddy Bear, ha, Mike G! Come on everybody let's baseball Come on everybody do the baseball Come on, come on, come on, come on Come on everybody let's baseball Come on everybody let's baseball Come on everybody do the baseball Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody Come on everybody let's baseball A Nubian sprocket is the one Plug One, cut the cap Forward is the marcher of the chant To the clan, unless you slept Willy to the Wonka of the feast Smoke your blunt, but close your drapes If we get fined by police Don't worry, yo, I got the papes Toxic is the talk that I tell Tell the tales from the lady who's fat Chris made the dope beat but no Bo Peeps (And you can't beat that with a baseball bat) Come on everybody let's baseball Come on everybody do the baseball Come on, come on, come on, come on Come on everybody let's baseball Come on everybody let's baseball Come on everybody do the baseball Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody Come on everybody let's baseball Swing is the is of my step Plug Two, groove a gut On gets by when it's kept Three miles to my strut Forgiveness to the foes is false I cook goose and serve a plate Position is opposed to a loss No cost, no relate Brother got a badge of his own Because the link of the life is slack This licks 'em down to the Tootsie Pop (And you can't beat that with a baseball bat) Come on everybody let's baseball Come on everybody do the baseball Come on, come on, come on, come on Come on everybody let's baseball Come on everybody let's baseball Come on everybody do the baseball Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody Come on everybody let's baseball Move over just a bit to the right of me For I cannot see where the booty is I sit, I'm looking out a foggy window Crack it just a bit, yo this is showbiz It's as though a pound goes around and around So I give a pound then I do the step Dres will be with Boca on the side Can I crack a smile for those who slept Phonetics and kinetics persevere therefore I kick it I took the L.I.R.R. but I didn't have a ticket Had some Chinese food but I didn't have a spoon I had a dope rhyme but I didn't have it soon I'm looking out the window day is filled with rain and gloom Man oh man oh man I hope I find my spoon soon Eatin' on some sushi cause I know it ain't cat (And you can't beat that with a baseball bat) Come on everybody let's baseball Come on everybody do the baseball Come on, come on, come on, come on Come on everybody let's baseball Come on everybody let's baseball Come on everybody do the baseball Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody Come on everybody let's baseball Yo this is Plug One and I'm saying peace to Lorraine in Holland Thanks for not having my baby, peace This is Dres. Danica, Boston. My first tight cushion, love you Yo this is the Sugar Dick Daddy, I'd like to say peace To my father, Bombed Out Brother This is Baby Huey Plug Three, and I'd like to say peace to That mother a-ahem who stole my Pathfinder in front of the studio Peace! Yo what's up, this is Prince Paul, I'd like to say what's up To all the doo doo eaters and all the Kelvin Mercer look-alikes, and I'm out (God damn!) (Have a ball!)