Lyrical Breakdown of Monosodium Glutamate - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Monosodium Glutamate" 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 "Monosodium Glutamate" 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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Ayo, yo, y'all can't stand right here In his right hand was your man's worst nightmare Loud enough to burst his right eardrum close-range The game is not only dangerous, but it's most strange I sell rhymes like dimes The one who mostly keep cash but brag about the broker times Joking rhymes, like the "Is you just happy to see me?" Trick Classical slapstick rappers need Chapstick A lot of 'em sound like they in a talent show So I give 'em something to remember like the Alamo Tally-ho! A high Joker like Spades game Came back from five years to laying and stayed the same Saying, electromagnetic field, it blocks all logic, Spock And G-Shocks her biological clock When I hit it, slid into the shitter, thought I killed her goose Her Power U was pure Brita water, filtered juice Keep a pen like a fiend keep a pipe with him Gentleman who lent a pen to a friend who write with him Never seen the shit again but he's still my dunny The only thing that come between us is krill and money I sell rhymes like dimes The one who mostly keep cash but brag about the broker times Better rhymes make for better songs, it matters not If you got a lot of what it takes just to get along Surrender now or suffer serious setbacks Got get-back, connects wet-back, get stacks Even if you gots to get jet-black, head to toe To get the dough, battle for bottles of Mo' or 'dro This fly flow take practice like Tae Bo with Billy Blanks "Oh, you're too kind!" "Really? Thanks!" To the gone and lost forever like "Oh My Darling Clementine" He hold his heart when he telling rhyme When it's his time, I hope his soul go to Heaven He nasty like the old time Old No. 7 You still taste it when you chase it with the Coca-Cola Make 'em wish they could erase it out the Motorola I told her, "No credit for a bag" If you want what they got, then go get it, it's all gak Only in America could you find a way to earn a healthy buck And still keep your attitude on self-destruct I sell rhymes like dimes The one who mostly keep cash but tell about the broke times Joking rhymes, like the "Is you just happy to see me?" Trick Classical slapstick rappers need Chapstick A lot of 'em sound like they in a talent show So I give 'em something to remember like the Alamo Tally-ho! High Joker like Spades game Came back from five years laying, stayed the same I'm saying, electromagnetic field will block all logic, Spock And G-Shocks her biological clock When I hit it, slid into the shitter, thought I killed her goose Her Power U was pure Brita water, filtered juice Keep a pen like a fiend keep a pipe with him Gentleman who lent a pen to a friend who write with him Never seen the shit again but he's still my dunny The only thing that come between us is krill and money We sell rhymes like dimes The one who mostly keep cash but tell about the broke times In your arms tonight She'll reflect That she owes you the sweetest of debts If she wants to pay Check it out, y'all! Ya don't stop! Keep on, to the sure shot! Huh-ha! What the deal, God? Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh oh! Yo! Yeah yeah, you're listening to the buttery slickness The Land-O-Lakes from my man MF Doom Yeah! Yeah! Rock-shockin' the house, with another nugget Uh-uh-uh-ah, eh, oh, ah, oh, hoo-wee! Yeah! Yeah! Regulation status, right here, Fondle 'Em Recordings Nineteen-ninety-nine, yeah Now what are you 'posed to say on the end of records? I don't know, yeah! Woo! Yeah! Mashed potatoes Applesauce Buttery biscuits And I get lost A-yes, yes, yes, yes y'all You don't stop Keep on to the break-a-dawn Say what? Uh! Yeah! You thought it all was over You thought the song was over Ah! We tricked you, we tricked you Woo You listening to www dot hairline dot com MF DOOM, Kool Bob Love