Lyrical Breakdown of Astral Traveling - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Astral Traveling" 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 "Astral Traveling" 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 CZARFACE Metal Face Pazienza The one thing I learned from Eazy is be ruthless The bullets balls of fire like Jerry Lee Lewis The wasteline and shoulder strap is three Rugers Them jump-out boys'd vic you, you'd be shoeless Listen, you'd better listen to rules Or this british bulldog gon' rip through your jewels Now his tail between his leg and he lickin' his wounds I'm a Cus D'Amato acolyte, I stick and then move I rip 'em in two, I show 'em what the biscuit'll do Money shoulda done the opposite and listened to you I'm dissin' you too, you do the shit a pigeon would do Because bein' a rapper ain't something you fit to pursue He mister Magoo, this blind dummy couldn't see the sentinel My dick go in and out of holes like it's an exit wound The left strong like the bolsheviks and socialists My goons bloodthirsty, they will rush you like the Soviets Yo, astral traveling The tracks go off in this direction It's the metal! Without a doubt (Yo, FACE CZAR) Yo, I'm a modern day Gil Scott-Heron Headin' down Fury Road with Charlize Theron No question, OJ and lemon into Effen Partially wrecked, I'm on the set, see me one-two steppin' Punch above to get beat down And they ain't turn on the light so turn the beat down Have a seat clown, you ain't even in my echelon Every hero's in peril, the first weapon's drawn I hear the plague was money, sex and violence Ya'll doomed, I'm immune to the virus MF CZAR, we the antidote I'll probably die before they realize that I am the GOAT Deck's impeccable, World Class Wreckin' Cru We ain't do no dirt together, so I don't mess with you I draft IPAs, that's special brew This rap's the victory lap, I'm so ahead of you "We don't like I-N-S, he's too lyrical" Yeah I'm deep blue sea, stay in your kiddie pool Wonder how I don't dumb it down But still get checks, checkin' in another town, yeah I blacks out like Donald Sterling Known to make great magic like the wand of Merlin Yo, I don't Snapchat, that's what fans do I been ill since kangaroos and Ked shoes Rebel 24-7, I rep Wu High on a Friday, with Smokey and Craig, fool My powers are incredible and astonishing Yours are uhh... Mental Mad Max make your own apocalypse Poppin' shit, with the politics of Gregg Popovich Lock your lips queer, yeah I thought I told 'em They trying to get to the bag, I think that mean the scrotum Let me decode 'em, unload 'em and show them the true power They talk about the lyrics, the raps, they ain't wrote 'em To dead a hater is second nature like steppin' off an escalator Plus I'm holdin' a thermal detonator Fly flow, Disaster like Tommy Wiseau But still got fans leapin' out their Nissan Like "Eso, you a beast, mon!" Tell me shit I don't know It's like going toe-to-toe with Finn Bálor and Samoa Joe You mad shook, fuckin' with you, now that's a bad look Cut a rapper up like a scratch hook Sorry, let out an epic laugh, as I'm etchin' graph on your epitaph Deadly clash, weapons flash, I'm forever first, you're forever last You playin' chess with somebody with a checkered past You'll never pass my flow You hangin' on to old beefs but I'm past it though These gorgeous ladies wanna wrestle like the cast of GLOW So I cop a feel kinda like a magic show No no, I can't say that G-O-D ridin' out with the CZARFACE, sayin', "Man, play that" As-as-as-astral travelin' (Astral what?)