Lyrical Breakdown of Don't Call Me - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Don't Call Me" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how DMX weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Don't Call Me" 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 DMX 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 DMX's narrative.

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I idolized my father He taught me to survive the horror Cause times is harder, the skies is darker Look through the eyes of a snake, see inside the monster To rise need divide and conquer If it's all about money I don't respect your power, that's weak They deprive and devour, they cowards if you ask me Powers that be mistreat us, mislead us Thinking eventually we gone bite the hand that feed us We son 'em and try to keep all other from 'em Novus ordo seclorum, E pluribus unum New order of the ages, out of many: one While the rest of us is conned out of pennies: none I'm starving, it's problems if we ain't fed quickly My breads use to be the ones taking heads with me Jealousy, hate, lust and greed is spread quickly Don't call me brother if you ain't breaking bread with me Don't call me mother Don't call me sister Don't call me brother Don't call me father Don't call me brother, we ain't got the same mother Or the same father you get down like the other Don't speak on wisdom when you know you don't love her Don't shake my hand when you wanna see me under Don't talk slick behind my back Don't walk like this when you act like that What you trying to bark for when you let you a cat Come to your hood like "brrap, brrap, brrap" Mess with the kid if you want to Cause your mans and them to tell you It'll be the last thing that you going through You built like a scooter, I'm built like a Hummer I was built like a tank; you don't want it, baby, nuh-uh Stop playing with things that'll get you hurt You a girl, you can't play in the dirt, you got a skirt You don't know a damn thing about putting in the work With your whole effing block something murked like irk