Lyrical Breakdown of The Mic - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "The Mic" 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 "The Mic" 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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Feeel the magnetism between uuuus (The mic) Growin in stronger and stronger (The mic) Whyy dont we do it (The mic) I was in a case out of state She was thirteen and good we had a hotter date It was just a number she never told she was knocked up By the end of the summer chick almost had me locked up My aunt came and got and steadied the block We bounce to the yeti and I'm ready to rock With no attachments feelin a little loose Blowin up in every spot we had a little juice Probably the Dom or the Afghani bud in me We played the stage standin by the speaker and suddenly Who tapped me I'm bout to get real ill Already ripped the whole club with metal face's steel wheel (The mic) What a sweet surprise her with the fly eyes And fine she pulled me to the sidelines The mystery shot up with strong words She was an intelligent wisdom and a song bird I met her last week at the same place She stepped to me the same way at a no shame pace I'm off guard her game had me choked up Checkin me play testin me (The mic) till I spoked up Seven whole days and nights and not a word from you (Not a word) I was worried I thought I woulda heard from Stranger you know I never get enough of you How you be comin through (The mic) Myself and two a alikes had ran through this crew of three In my earlier days they showed me things new to me So we knew mad brothers who they had hit off They even used to watch each other just to rock they shit off When slovenly two smile and I'm scopin her Switchin off three times a night made them more opener So you could love Allah or leave him the hell alone Message from my god father solid gold telephone Many of my men went up in smoke While trickin with these chickens I ended up broke You find out who's ya mans when you broke Like a bad joke it's funny when you on you got mad folk I played the middle man in every little scam Some as complex as a hip hop album riddle jam I find it's quite intriguing as I think about rappers Walk upon me speaking with stinkin mouth (About what?) About this and that from sneakers to hats to gats Freak chicks with the cooty cat raps And it's that? I'm at a black tie affair with a diva with the fatty fat I play the back steady on the humble But be right up front when we get ready to rumble I gave her breath control ask her who she learned off Coulda took her back to the crib somehow was turned off Me and you was overdue From gettin together baby I always knew our love was meant to beee (The Mic) Feel the magnetism (The Mic) between uuus (The Mic) Growing stronger and stronger (The Mic) Whyyy dont we do it (The mic) (...The mic) (The-the) (The mic) (The mic) (The mic)