Lyrical Breakdown of The Flesh - Feed Me - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "The Flesh - Feed Me" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Kool Keith weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "The Flesh - Feed 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 Kool Keith 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 Kool Keith's narrative.
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Got bloody bodies all around me, I'm chewin' out on somebody's flesh
I love the smell of a rotten carcass
Like maggots diggin' all through your chest
A gravedigger, tomb raider, quick to get in your spot and make a mess
Rip the head off your body, sip the blood straight out your neck
Black Nosferatu walkin' the streets, givin' the city night as a threat
Leave the public in a panic, mad straight on your set
Black mask, long machete, and the blade is covered with blood
Dirty suit, gorilla boots and the whole body still covered in mud
Walk the cemetery at night, twelve midnight with a shovel
Speakin' to the spirits talkin' to me
Thinkin' is that God or is it the Devil
Feed me, I'm hungry, I'mma chew out your face
Feed me, I'm hungry, I'mma chew out your flesh
Feed me, I'm hungry, I'mma chew out your face
Feed me, I'm hungry, I'mma dig in your chest
Y'all niggas just be killin' me
Don't like my style, just don't deal with me
Y'all niggas just be killin' me
Even worser than them bitches that envy me
Y'all niggas done done all that there talkin'
Now you bleedin', please believe it
The blood streamin' from your vein to a tool
The M-bomb, I'm true to you, you know I got you, boo-hoo
Creep through the streets of Los Scandalous
Business really boomin' up the dandulous
Niggas can't handle it
Directing funerals of nothin' but love for that nigga
Criminals and drug dealin' niggas
Or that bitch nigga strictly 'bout the scrilla
Or fuck with me and I peeled your cap, nigga
Always expect the unexpected
Undertakers, they detected
Don't be trippin' off me, just need to sweat us
Gravediggers, strictly for they cheddar
You said it's eerie, it's dreary, you weary
But none of mines is leary
Y'all niggas can't feel me, feel me
Feed me, I'm hungry, I'mma chew out your face
Feed me, I'm hungry, I'mma chew out your flesh
Feed me, I'm hungry, I'mma chew out your face
Feed me, I'm hungry, I'mma dig in your chest
There's more red beans in the back
Who cares who knows who's in the spotlight
I'd rather listen to B-Low comin' through New Orleans with Project Pat
With skullduggery, hollow tip and tre-8
New York should be lovin' me, word and I'm fatal
I'm comin' out of nowhere, you see me comin' out the under the mask
With distribution out of nowhere like Cain and Abel
And magazines like Big Bear, I move units over there
Like Pistol and Mac Dre, I press up and put it out anyway
Y'all wait for the company and release date
When I sell masters to City Hall and Mayside, it's gon' be too late
300,000 Rappers sittin' out on milk crates
Skinny Pimp and Three-6, y'all hit them big licks
Lil' Jon and The East Side Boyz
Rumble speaker, down south with noise
Make money, man, no time for F-O
G.I. Joe commercial crews in Belvidere videos
Fake chairs and toys, incense on the corner, your rap get destroyed
Baton Rouge, you should call me Mr. Scrooge
And when girls, y'all ridin' around with transsexuals and dudes
Comin' to Richmond drinkin' Boone's
With gators on, fly and shiny shoes
I gotta get gas, pick up the girls, change clothes
Drop Frank off and Hank off
Feed me, I'm hungry, I'mma chew out your face
Feed me, I'm hungry, I'mma chew out your flesh
Feed me, I'm hungry, I'mma chew out your face
Feed me, I'm hungry, I'mma dig in your chest