Lyrical Breakdown of Borrowed Time - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Borrowed Time" 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 "Borrowed Time" 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'm not ready I'm I'm not ready Living off borrowed time, the clock tick faster That'd be the hour they knock the slick blaster Dick Dastardly and Muttley with sick laughter A gun fight and they come to cut the mixmaster I-C-E cold, nice to be old Y2G stee twice to threefold He sold scrolls, lo and behold Know who's the illest ever like the greatest story told Keep your glory, gold and glitter For half, half of his niggas'll take him out the picture The other half is rich and it don't mean shit-ta Villain a mixture between both with a twist of liquor Chase it with more beer, taste it like truth or dare When he have the mic, it's like the get like, "Aw yeah!" It's like they know what's 'bout to happen Just keep ya eye out, like "Aye, aye captain" Is he still a fly guy clapping if nobody ain't hear it And can they testify from inner spirit, no In living, the true gods Giving y'all nothing but the lick like two broads Got more than the church got "Ooh Lords" And he hold the mic and your attention like two swords Or even one with two blades on it Hey you, don't touch the mic like it's AIDS on it It's like the end to the means Fucked type of message that sends to the fiends That's why he brings his own needles And get more cheese than Doritos, Cheetos or Fritos Slip like Freudian Your first and last step to playing yourself like accordion When he had the mic you don't go next Leaving pussy cats like why hoes need Kotex Exercise index, won't need Bowflex And won't take the one with no skinny legs like Joe Tex I hope y'all know what time it is now, but fuck that Go to the next shit