Lyrical Breakdown of Go With the Flow - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Go With the Flow" 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 "Go With the Flow" 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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Yeah, here we go... just go with the flow

Yeah, here we go... just go with the flow

Yeah, here we go... just go with the flow

Yo, I'd like to check this microphone before I start right quick

Microphone check 2, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2

Big up all the Monsta Island massive

And beware before I triple dare you like the last kid

Who ask me what we don't got that you got son

For one, flow that's elementary my dear Wat-son

Secondly, ever since I was little

Not so much to riddle, least rhyme to the syllable

Keep tracks that make a Arab thief clap

With no hands, I chop these drums off

Truly yours, G Rap

Actual fact, relax

In this land of lyrical loss, black

I'm not the cool sleet stack

The one who might stop and talk to you

Poison to few, niggas who be bitin styles I'm like pork to

Oooh... what you got to lose? Let mud fly

When I got blues I chew whole crews that's bud dry

So I ask why the style's from the cess

Shit be fuckin with my eye as I pull it to the chest

The super muthafuckin' villain grip the mic wit an iron hand

Throwin emcees to the fire from out da fryin' pan

It ain't no use in tryin, man

Son, stop cryin

Frontin' like you death-defyin'

You need to stop lyin'

Speak your piece only once you're spoken to first

Now lemme hear your verse while I'm chokin' you

With bubbly fine rhymes like a editor

Throw them to my collection of skulls and spines like Predator

Fuck around, the only niggas who could hear the same sound (who?)

Was Jet Jaguar and James Brown

(Yeah, yeah only them two niggas?)

And I'm glad I took the time to write their names down to big 'em up

(True, true)

I'd like to say hi

It's fly the odd Merlin

That's quick to whip up a script like Rod Sterling

Bad bitch who used to whip the Sterling

Who see God?, never see God earlin'

My man Grimm had his little monkey like Space Ghost

Me myself I got flavors that out-taste most

With numb gums, some rhymers is lake toast

Back to you MF Doom, you late show host

S to the U to the P E R-uh

Who chronicle these times in a 3-D horror

Co-star or in a realer drama

Who break bread with stingy kin-men, indian borrower

Lone gunmen who candidly flip fly floes

Single-handedly with one eye closed

In a fly pose, no shirt

May see me stack the quarter-mill cash pay

That's in a smash way how he did it

Muthafucka probably couldn't peep it past a minute