Lyrical Breakdown of Knock Knock feat. Blu & MED - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Knock Knock feat. Blu & MED" 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 "Knock Knock feat. Blu & MED" 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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I'm right outside your crib Yo, I'mma come through Send me your door number Hit me back Oh I see it right there, I see it I'll be through in a minute, get at me Word Go visit my cousin right quick He always told me, if you need anything fam, just take it yo I could go tonight, I know he not home So Knock Knock Menacing, cousin Villain, let myself in Only need a stick of butter, cheese And some some vitamin D Double O-M, as in 'mescaline' Hang the hat on steez, the gentleman's testament The rest been sold and told like the book of Evangel I'mma hold the DVD, I ain't seen Scandal A handful IOU Won't miss a brew, or two, or six Torture the lyrics, mics and crucifix Fresh new kicks, I would put 'em on 'cept Them shoes always hurt my corn Might as well return his young shirt was war torn Got you on the track with the horn, word is bond I see you when you gone to the next event (Represent) Get paid, big cuz Villain message sent Nah, I'm just sayin', I'm there, right then, right here Yeah, but look at how I'm comin' you know? Yeah, that's right Got a few drinks and everything in the house, so Come on, let's go, right here, right now Yo, damn, why my dog lost? Crazy, man Yeah, turn the keys then amnesia Scent of reefer Missing a few beers from the freezer (Oh well) Distract from the cheeks in her jeans, bruh (Damn) Told to have a seat or I could be one (Huh) The fever, Madlib single like a DJuh Fling with get the pockets on keebla From the cantina Slip cheetahs off her heels like Queen Sheba Still sip Seagram in the plastic cup, I hit the Wheaties Case without the DVD, stuck watchin' TV (The fuck?) Roll the freebie, then get blown Tryna touch down, when in the friend zone (Let me hit that) Unchecked sent texts and missed calls Explains the unwashed diss left from locked doors Told her she got to twerk to get gone Still a jerk like when you hold the Tec wrong, blah Uh Yeah Uh Why? Uh Wolf, get that whole car pulled Push, Joe Barnes broke bully on the boulevard Shook like white sugar with her clothes off And cook like white bricks for the fix This the bogart Coke barns like a foot It's a boat broke Tryna flow with the fish You a big dish, fuck a big them My nigga, you's a kids meal Mickey D's and a hook We shook grams out of hands, nigga Just dance MC Hammer in the pants, uh With a ten speed hemi on your bread, uh Like a big dream, mind like a Benz on La Brea Player, pay your friends, get it in Blu been in 'em Chris Benjamin Franklin's been gangsta With the good fuck, you's a hood anklet You's a cute chick You's a cute little chick, ain't ya?