Lyrical Breakdown of Cellz - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Cellz" 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 "Cellz" 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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Born like this
Into this
As the chalk faces smile
As Mrs. Death laughs
As political landscapes dissolve
As the oily fish spits out their oily prey
We are born like this
Into this
Into hospitals that are so expensive
That it's cheaper to die
Into lawyers who charge so much
It's cheaper to plead guilty
Into a country where the jails are full
And the madhouses closed
Into a place where the masses elevate fools
Into rich heroes
Born into this
Walking and living through this
Dying because of this
Castrated
Debauched
Disinherited
Because of this
The fingers reach toward an unresponsive god
The fingers reach for the bottle
The pill
The powder
We're born into this sourful deadliness
There will be open and unpunished murder in the streets
It will be guns and raving mobs
Land will be useless
Food will become a diminishing return
Nuclear power will be taken over by the many
Explosions will continually shake the earth
Radiated men will eat the flesh of radiated men
The rotting bodies of men and animals will stink in the dark wind
And there will be the most beautiful silence never heard
Born out of that
The sun hidden there awaiting the next chapter
Doom from the realm of el-ca-loom, smelly gel fume
Separating cell womb to Mele Mel, boom!
Revelations in braille, respiration, inhale
View nations fail, shaking of a snake tail
Make due, blazing swords, traze the haze, praise the Lord
Saving grace. Lace your broad, she say she bored
A crazy straw, ink and stale-dried paraffin
Candy corn crap rappers pale by comparison
A bad Samaritan averagin' above average men
Rancid rants havin' ramblin', savages scavagin'
For scraps, perhaps road kill, if that
Gift of gab and he flow ill, chrome stiff hat
Known for writin' lightnin' tight lines
Chiefin beefin' bein' off deep ends, divine bright shines even
Dimes quiet as minds by design, mighty fine
Slight rewind, tightly bind, blind lead blind
Need minds now, that was this is then
Listenin' to sizzlin' officialtons whisperin' him again
Metal Face finster playin' with the dirty money
Sinister, don't know what he sayin' but the words be funny
Major vets spaded through the vest with a bayonet
Save your breath, gave a F, pay your debt, they forget
Make 'em sweat bullets, crime pays no benefits
Then it gets wilder with more childish shit an' degenerates
Yodel at your uncle flows, my motorcycle trunk fulls
From 2, 1 to 1, loose crumbs to chunks in bundles
Hands down, better than what your mans used to get
Standin' around for where the translucent lucid spit
Missin wheel, you don't listen, you a feel head
Sittin' in the kitchen, pissin', twitchin', kissin' steel lead
Crime pays no dental nor medical
Unless you catch retirement, county, state or federal
Ya heard like roaring waters in a seashell
If a tree fell, ya couldn't tell from 3 cell
Be real careful, they tellin' by the earful
Kids doin' skid bids, acting out is terrible
Word is born, fix your clothes, put a shirt on
Pants saggin' back when used to meant you had a skirt on
Squirts posin' as thuggers and hustlers
Al-itu closer than y'alls ball huggers and jugglers