Lyrical Breakdown of No Brain - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "No Brain" 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 "No Brain" 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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The rest is empty with no brain but the clever nerd

The best emcee with no chain ya ever heard

Take it from the Tec-9 holder

They've bit but don't know their neck shine from Shinola

Everything that glitters ain't fishscale

Lemme think, don't let her faint get Ishmael

A shot of Jack got her back it's not an act stack

Forgot about the cackalack, holla back, clack clack blocka

Villainy, feel him in ya heart chakra chart toppa

Start shit stoppa be a smart shoppa

Shot a cop day around the way 'bout to stay

But who'd a know there's two mo' that wonder where the shooter go

'Bout to jet, get him, not a bet, dead 'em

Let 'em spit the venom said 'em got a lot of shit with 'em

Let the rhythm hit 'em, it's stronger in the other voice

We makes the joints that make 'em spread 'em butta moist

Man, please, the stage is made of panties

From the age of baby hoochies on to the grannies

Ban me the dough rake, daddy

The flow make her fatty shake, patty cake, patty cake

For fake, if he was Anita Baker's man

He'd take her for her masters, hit it once an' shake her hand

On some ol' thank ya ma'am an' ghost her

She could mind the toaster if she sign the poster

A whole host of roller coaster riders

Not enough tracks (is it?)

Hot enuff black (for ya)

It's too hot to handle, you got blue sandals

Who shot ya? Ooh got you new spots to vandal?

Do not stand still, both show skills

Close but no krills, toast for po' nils, post no bills

Coast to coast Joe Shmoe's flows ill, go chill

Not supposed to overdose No-Doz pills Off sides like how Worf rides with Starfleet

Off pride tykes talk wide through scar meat

Told ya, on some get-rich shit

As he get older he gets colder than a witch tit

This is it, make no mistakes

Where my nigga go?

Oh Figaro, Figaro