Lyrical Breakdown of ANGELZ - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "ANGELZ" 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 "ANGELZ" 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, that's right It's not a Hardy Boy mystery neither This is real shit This shit come on right after Hart to Hart y'all No doubt, seven o'clock Fantasy Island This episode is "Death to a Brooklyn Man" And this is Tony's Angels, aiyyo It was three white bitches who worked for Tony Starks Undercover agents, far beyond narcs Amazed by their beauty marks, Wonder Woman bracelets Knee-high boots that was made by Clarks My dick got hard at how they spoke and shit Every language was music to the kid as if I was modern day King Midas Doreen, Skye and Kelly, Starky's Angels, Shaolin's finest Though it happened in the streets of Brooklyn Plus I played the whip real low 'cause my face was woofin' My Angels jetted out of Albee Square, gun out, wrap in their hair Kinda crowded so they clapped in the air Chased a nigga down block for block, squeezing Glocks These mommies real angels, took one off his top He's a rapist, murderer, convict, burglar The more they ran, the more their skirts got dirtier Sending shots like check day, FedEx expressway Boom bow bing, you heard the gunplay "Who shot that duck out the window?", Mr. Lee said "Three pay now, you fucking weed head" We can stop the finest suspect, he's dead Then I pulled up, "Come on girls to Club Med" Stay tuned for the conclusion Three's Company "Family Jewels" Two brown sisters assisted the Villain, DOOM He woke up stoked like they was still in the room Freed his right arm and leg, it was more like a sweep Release his other leg, arm, head and rose to his feet Staggering except for the socks and mask, naked Threw on the boxers, searching for the Treo Checkin' for the keys, the dough, a robbery expected Yet nothing obvious was missing Recollected now why Hollywood hotties stepped in Giuseppe Zanotti's Personnel nurses, Chanel purses, CLK shottie Chasing Patrice with Thai iced teas She drive while nice to veggie fried rice spicy Told them both, "I don't feel so well, my belly Spin me down Melrose, drive me to the telly Y'all go 'head and get the dutches, be back, copy" Feeling woozy, no uzi, who's he see in the lobby (Peace) peace, pizza man (change a hundred) stopped and looked Whoops, left the knot in her pocket book Wasn't the juks but too careless fearless Got to the room and fell flat out on the terrace The question remains, "Who bound and gagged him?" That's when they found the empty pack of black Magnum Villains skied a gram on the street, 50 G The part of Mr. Roper was played by Mr. T I'm Mr. T, fuck Charlie Like I was sayin' (true story) I'm Mr. T Kelly, you gon' give me some pussy? You know what you gon' do (Janet was dark-skinned) You too Dorine, your little fat ass can't get away neither and shit Kristy was brown-skinned Uh-huh, that's right, yeah, I'ma call them Theodore niggas SWAT team on alert and shit Uh-huh, yeah, that's right, Skye, you can't hide, baby You got the best head nigga, word up The mask was chromed out This real Angel shit, y'all my bitches Toney Bosley in this bitch, nigga Word up, gimme back my boots Theodore! (Villain)