Lyrical Breakdown of DOES OF DOPENESS (2007) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "DOES OF DOPENESS (2007)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Kid Cudi weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "DOES OF DOPENESS (2007)" 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 Kid Cudi 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 Kid Cudi's narrative.
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Uh, oh-oh-oh (yeah)
Uh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (yeah)
Uh, oh-oh-oh (Headbanger)
Movin' without movin', pure crush groovin'
Right on track, right on and I'm back
Rap Ex-Lax, yeah, I be pooin' on 'em
Damn right, Mr. Cudi, he be dippin' on 'em
Say it loud, y'all want the new-new
Explorer like Dora, that's how I got a clue, too
So fucking underground, barely on YouTube
'Til Day 'N' Nite, now they all got a clue who
Took me a minute man, took me a while
Hard headed nigga ever since I was wild, a child
But my ambitions made bitches beg for attention
DJs un-mixin' their mixes, just to toss in some Cudder
And I tried to tell my mother
But she ain't underdig, figure me on some other
But see, my mommy ain't a fronter
So nowadays she calls me a bad motherfucker
And just when it seemed that the game is hopeless
We arranged something for a dose of dopeness
I, I do, what I do
And I, I do, what I do, do
And just when it seems that the game is hopeless
Rearrange somethings for a dose of dopeness
I, I do, what I do
And I, I do, what I do, do
Do my little dance, sippin' out a cup
All my people in the back, my people in the front
I, I do, what I do
And I, I do, what I do, do
Do my little dance, sippin' out a cup
Pullin' up my pants, she come walkin' up, and I'm like
I, I do, what I do
And I, I do, what I do, do
Whoa, nigga!
Y'all motherfuckers need to understand the fuckin' game
Shit ain't gon' change unless a motherfucker come in this shit, switch it up
Niggas need to open they fuckin' minds, nigga
'Cause this is some shit that y'all niggas ain't ready for
Ya underdig, ya understand me?
Movin' without movin', pure crush groovin'
Right on track, right on and I'm back
You make songs about some new dances
I make songs 'bout the black man advancements
I'm talkin' classic, homie, I'm talkin' monumental
And I don't need much but Dot instrumentals
That's how I lay the stencil, me smilin' up out the window
I'm in the leaner dome
That's my crib on the moon
And now I'm livin' in hotel rooms
In the mirror, laughing at my crooked tooth
How a nigga eat is how a nigga speak
And how a nigga live, the sacrifice was big
And I'ma say it right before the hook
Maybe in due time, pimpin', I'ma write a book
But now I'ma play my André 3000
And dream about an island with model girls eyein'
Um, hello, hey, baby
Um, yeah
Some people call me Cudi, some people call me Scott
It don't matter what you wanna call me as long as you call me something
As long as you call me, baby
But um, you know
You seem real pretty
And I ain't talkin' 'bout how you look
I'm talkin' 'bout your, your vibe
Your vibe is pretty
I'm pretty hungry, you want to go get something to eat?
Sip on something?
Where we going?
The moon