Lyrical Breakdown of Coltsfoot Leaf - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Coltsfoot Leaf" 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 "Coltsfoot Leaf" 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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Indefinitely, concieved in LKC,
See Archangel in Infinities, white T reeking of Hennessy,
Brought back memories, father locked north up,
Mom's snort up her crack remedy,
Lack remedies be just what I did,
No school, no cool
No fool, but fuck politics,
Dead prez educated hit shit I lit the dollars with,
Hard Boiled, Chow Yum,
Fat boiled hard since six,
Rather on a brick during class,
My ass'd never sit,
And give a, fuck bout Hitler,
Caesar, Ask the teacher,
Why am I need of knowing this?
Cant you tell the judge hold my books,
And I'm the crook on his corner, bitch?
"Rolling fats with Chronomats shining on my wrist?"
Til, I got caught up by all the law's of his,
Incarcerated cause Tre's and stained papes and weight,
Yeah, I was harboring,
Got out to find out,
Neighbour kids'd been fathered in,
Water of repentance used for college of the selling,
Live from proudest felons marking lives with dots,
And popping off on em like melons,
Fuck that now, man I'm grown and shit,
Fuse Mic's like dynamite but never bomb
This rap shit, I find credits in,
Route blocked by hoes, past the prime elegance,
Hobo's with kids clothes trading them off for medicine,
One goal is all's endevour, man,
Alling is for weak,
Dragged rags through my hall's ducking calls of the beast,
Got away, I'm clean and debt free,
I ball, ya best believe,
Box the socks off ya, Heavy Weight G stopper,
But all bars and heavy beats,
Ain't got me away from my scars and memories,
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