Lyrical Breakdown of Deep Fried Frenz - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Deep Fried Frenz" 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 "Deep Fried Frenz" 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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Before we go any further, friends As you call? em they call you when they need somethin. Trees for the blunt, two G's for the frontin I found a way to get peace of mind for years and left the hell alone Turn a deaf ear to the cellular phone Send me a letter or better, we could see each other in real life Just so you could feel me like a steel knife At least so you could see the white of their eyes Bright with surprise once they finish spittin lies Associates, is your boys, your girls, bitches, niggaz, homies? Close, but really don't know me Mom, dad, comrade, peeps, brothers, sisters, duns, dunnies Some come around when they need some money Others make us laugh like the Sunday funnies Fam be around whether you paid or bummy You could either ignore this advice or take it from me Be too nice and people take you for a dummy So nowadays he ain't so friendly Actually they wouldn't even made a worthy enemy Read the signs, no feeding the baboon Seein as how they got your back bleeding from the stab wounds Y'all know the dance, they smile in your face, y'all know the glance Try ta put 'em on, they blow the chance Never let your so-called mans know your plans How many of us have them? A show of hands Friends is a term some people use loosely I'm real choosy on what I choose to let crews see You telling me, I try to act broke Jealousy, the number one killer among black folk Fellas be under some type of spell like crack smoke Ghetto Cinderellas, lead 'em right to your stack, loc Just another way a chick'll lead to your end I check the dictionary for the meanin of Friends It said, person, one who likes to socialize with Sympathize and help her and that's about the size of it Most of the time these attributes is one-sided To bolster the crime they opt to shoot you through your eyelid And they can't hide it goin wild like a white bitch Sometimes you need to cut niggaz off like a light switch Click, and when things get quiet Catch 'em like a thief in the night, (bow) what a riot I first met Mister Fantastik at a arms deal Don't let it get drastic, think of how your moms will feel When it get for real the steel get to sparkin Everything darken and ain't no talkin For somethin so cheap it sure buys a lot of trouble You better off focusing than tryin to plot the bubble Or else it'd be a sad note to end on, the guns we got One's we can depend on, friends Some come in the form of co-dependence A lotta times only end up bein co-defendants Ten bucks say theyll tell for a lower sentence And leave you up under the jail beggin for a penance It don't make no sense, what happened to the loyalty? Honor amongst crooks, trust amongst royalty I'd rather go out in a blaze, than give 'em the glory How many of us have a similar story, Before lovers we used to have some type of over standing Just so when I let her get the man-thing she know its no strings We could do the damn thing but, hoe, its no rings Just how the tramp swings, will she see 'em again? That depends on how good was the skins And could she memorize the lessons It ain't no need to pretend Even though she let 'em stab it, she know they just, friends Friends, how many of us have them? Friends, ones we can depend on? Friends, how many of us have them? Friends, before we go any further