Lyrical Breakdown of 3.214 - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "3.214" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how MF Doom weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "3.214" 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 MF Doom 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 MF Doom's narrative.

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I know ya, like it here The hard thing's returning Looks like it's gonna be a great day today To get some fresh air like a stray on a straight away Hey you, got a light, nah, a Bud Light Early in the morning, face crud from like a mud fight Lookie here, it's just the way the cookie tear Prepare to get hurt and mangled like Kurt Angle rookie year The rocket scientist with the pocket wine list Some even say he might need some p-sychiatrist Doom, are you pondering what I'm pondering Yes, but why would the darn thing be wandering She's just a foundling barely worth fondling My posse's on Broadway like, "Mama, I Want To Sing!" Mad plays the base like the race card Villain in the place to break shards and leave her face scarred Groovy dude, not to prove to be rude But this stuff is like what you might put on movie food Ugh, what is jalapeños Get it like a whooping when you holla at your seniors Dolla you can overhear the hashish vena He just came from over there, the grass is greener Last wish, I wish I had two more wishes And I wish they fixed the door to the matrix's mad glitches Flip so many verses, sometime my jaw twitches One thing this party could use is more... booze Put yourself in your own shoes And stay away from all the pairs of busted Tim's you don't use He only keep 'em to decorate If you wanna peep 'em, select a date And bring a deep check like checkmate I kid you not on the dotted line sign Ever since a minor kids consider him some kind of Einstein On a diamond mine grind, she was dumb fine But not quite the type that you might wanna wine and dine Couldn't find a pen, had to think of a new trick This one he wrote in cold blood with a toothpick On second thought, it's too thick His assistant said, "Doom, you sick" He said, "Truth through acoustics" Psycho; the flow is drowned in lowry seasoning With micropower he sound in right reasoning It's easy as pi: 3.14 One more, one false move and they done for