Lyrical Breakdown of Who You Think I Am? - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Who You Think I Am?" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how MF DOOM feat. K.D., King Ghidra, Kong, Megalon, Rodan & X-Ray weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Who You Think I Am?" 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 feat. K.D., King Ghidra, Kong, Megalon, Rodan & X-Ray 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 feat. K.D., King Ghidra, Kong, Megalon, Rodan & X-Ray's narrative.

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Who you think I am, but who you want me to be? ...When I rock, jock niggas in shellshock Don't watch the birdie watch the clock go tick tock I rip shop, I make ya girls bottom lip drop Yo word to the truckers at the pit stop I'm hip hop I hold heat, never forget what niggas told me they showed me Other emcees trying to fold me they owe me Yo plus them niggas mad slow gee I got my "Get U Now" so I'm comin with my homie Here's the plan: stick 'em up, I enter, through the window Stoop down so we can't see our crescendo Pass the indo, yo we used to be our friend though Yeah but thats the reason I dont really like to lend dough From the corners cylindrical triangle hats Says dunce. Lyrics precise like forensical science leave you entangled for months Tryin to figure who done it, you fronted Got cha shit stunted, didn't have to be that way Some saw the light comin in, they shunned it For the wickedness to those whose despise life and worship death The established matched at eye for eye, tooth for tooth, breath to breath These are the last days of the countdown, shit is just that drastic Write journals, like they use the prophets, study math like a Aztec Loved not for who you think I am, but who you want me to be A true thuggin emcee, true thugs, with no strings attached I wanna give you my slugs and don't wanna take em Box sprays, but with my box cutter in my boxes Shots sprayed, who on cops high says we rastas Rock away boulevard, got love and knoxus[?] Bout five cops today, my rock away Niggas and rock rage, got paid A rock, you know why I rock, meet me at the lobses[?] I suggest I should dress proper Copped a buzz, I copped a dutch I got a lotta love, with no strings attached Rhymes, rhymes, rhymes, we got plenty Dimes, dimes, dimes, too many Sparked up and chat, you keep countin I do my thing, jealous niggas keep doubtin Rock 'n' roll, lock 'n' load Emcees out for pots of gold, we stop 'em cold In they tracks an take all they chips-eses All they dats, all they bullshit mixeses Give 'em a credit, not debt it We just flipped the calistetic Toss the Andy Pettitte, you said it We grandslam in the never boss stand Any pussy emcee's we abandon Flew in from Monster Island just to rag shit wit jet lag With brothers specializin ways how us not to get bagged Egads! I bring confusion like roll call To emcees so-called, hoes be like "yup I told y'all" So socialize my bio so I dip dip dive Memorize like I-omega zip drive Go to the bar to drink to get soberer King Ghidra eat the head of a king cobra like ginkoba Kong get a cut like Kobe, now hold heat So sweet, roll deep but no beef Those that doze deep, close sheets Po chose to speak with, reach over to reload the piece Slip from freak to deak, keep concrete Parallel to body til the next male Shotties and hotty, still waitin to exhale Smell the blood bath a slugs caught Slugs passed and bloodsport Bugged laugh, a bugged thought Caught some eyes make the case last stack a locker Bocker, drink a vodka, hit note, like Sinatra at a opera Drop a flocker, Orville Redenbacher Get you, got you, shot the two L's without the proper For the albums knocker Hit the liquor, quicker than a quicker picker upper Girl and stick er, I leave more nuts than a snicker Kick er to the curb, punk a bitch, stomp a chick For now call me Kong, Monster Isle, Monster Click (Bow!) Loved not for who you think I am, but who you want me to be True thuggin emcee, true thugs, with no strings attached I wanna give you my slugs, and don't wanna take 'em back