Lyrical Breakdown of Doomsday - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Doomsday" 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 "Doomsday" 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 used to cop a lot But never copped no drop Hold mics like pony tails, tight, and bobble ops Stop and stick around Come through and dig the sound Of the fly brown six-o sicko psycho who throws his dick around Bound to go three-plat Came to destroy rap It's a intricate plot of a b-boy strat , Cats get kidnapped Then release a statement to the press - let the rest know who did that Metal Face terrorists claim responsibility Broken household name usually said in hostility Um... what... it's MF, you silly I'd like to take "Mens to the End" for two milli' "Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo!" That's a audio daily double Rappers need to fall off just to save me the trouble, yo Watch your own back Came in and go out alone, black Stay in the zone - turn H2O to Cognac On Doomsday I wrote this one in B.C. D.C. O-section If you don't believe me, go get bagged and check then Cell number 17, up under the top bunk I say this not to be mean, wish bad luck or pop junk Pop the trunk on See-Cipher-Punk, leave him left scraped God forbid, if there ain't no escape, blame MF tape Definition "super-villain": a killer who love children One who is well-skilled in destruction, as well as building While Sidney Sheldon teaches the trife to be trifer I'm trading science fiction with my man the live lifer A pied piper holler a rhyme, a dollar and a dime Do his thing, ring around the white collar crime Get out my face, askin' 'bout my case, need toothpaste Fresher mint, monkey-style nigga get [Denta-Dent] And dope fiends still in they teens, shook niggas turn witness Real mens mind their own business That's the difference between sissy-pissy rappers that's double-dutch How come I hold the microphone double-clutch C.O.'s make rounds, never have 'ox found On shakedown, lock-down, wet dreams of Fox' Brown On Doomsday Some M-er F-ers don't like how Sally walk I'll tell y'all fools it's hella cool how ladies from Cali talk Never let her interfere with the Yeti ghetto slang Nicknames off nipple and tip of nipples metal fang Known amongst hoes for the bang-bang Known amongst foes for flow with no talking orangutans Only gin and Tang Guzzled out a rusty tin can Me and this mic is like yin and yang Clang! Crime don't pay, listen, youth It's like me holding up the line at the kissing booth I took her back to the truck, she was uncouth Spittin' all out the sunroof, through her missing tooth But then she has a sexy voice, sound like Jazzy Joyce So I turned it up faster than a speeding knife Strong enough to please a wife Able to drop today's math in the 48 keys of life Cut the crap far as rap Touch the mic, get the same thing a Arab will do to you for stealing What the devil? He's on another level It's a word! No, a name! MF - the super-villain Doomsday