Lyrical Breakdown of Dedicated - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Dedicated" 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 "Dedicated" 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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When it come to war there will be some casualties Manhattan is the game of death And cops are referees I'm dwelling on my life like I'm Kevin from the wonder years A lot of friends died And I'm trying to hold back the tears Want Beer? I'll give them bloodshed instead Cause so many died I have to pour keg New York is hotter under the collar It's so easy to die but It's hard to make a dollar Screaming from the dessert is the eagle Make it holler Plus we got the street sweepers, so run in fear If we can't have no money then the block is getting cleared My family call me MF, that mean Mad Flows You better buy my album cause yo Grimm ain't with no shows Nah kid, I be with a cutie in my house Want me to do a show? Then you put up twenty thousand (Word, fuck promo?) Mad Flow only rhyme for double digit dough and two bottles of Mo I really do think earth is undercover hell Cause rain never drops only blood and bullet shells But yet still my fam remains strong Life isn't short, death is so fucking long What would I do? Where would I be? without my fking crew AKA my family Some pass away, now they living up above But not even death can separate the love Half the crew is black, the others are Hispanic Showing unity and causing havoc on this planet Some pass away, now they living up above But not even death can separate the love Friends from the cradle to the grave Hoping for old age, but this stage of age never came And um, where I'm from Die young But we all know real niggas never die Once I mediate, breath in release steam Subconscious take a stroll Quantum leap through my dreams I put my nine on the shelf and try to mediate And find myself below I still can't find me, life's a tape Stop, play and just rewind me Push record and let me cry I pray to god as a child but as a man I only pray to die Holograms of horror through headphones A virtual reality my brain is the dead zone Rappers in my hemisphere prepare the end is near The reapers here to interfere, flip a nightmare like the keys Chop dreams down to ounces, feet to move the mommys but the human head be bouncing I'm living in the stress box every day's the same (Whatcha want kid?) I want the money fk the fame What would I do? Where would I be? without my fking crew AKA my family Some pass away, now they living up above But not even death can separate the love Half the crew is black, the others are Hispanic Showing unity and causing havoc on this planet Some pass away, now they living up above But not even death can separate the love This is dedicated to... dedicated to all my motherfucking brothers on the streets.