Lyrical Breakdown of Old School Rules - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Old School Rules" 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 "Old School Rules" 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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One two three, in the place to be! MF Doom, Talib Kweli, ah here we go On born days, I used to blow out the candles; and every Saturday Watch cartoons 'til noon and then I'd switch to Ralph McDaniels I was, makin up a miracle flow, over a cereal bowl And a porous beat from my stereo Rhymes stronger than Popeye with the spinach Yeah I'm gangster like the frog on Courageous Cat and Minute Mouse Maybe I'm trippin and it's just a cartoon to you But I got chills when I heard how Doom flipped the Scooby Doo And, I might be buggin but it seem to me That cartoons be realer than reality TV They inspire my decision to be open and listen But folks got it all twisted, like a yoga position Like, in order to spit it dope, you gotta have a criminal past That's similar to the cast of Different Strokes Me and my people break bread, sit and smoke The conversation rich, but that depend on what you consider broke I draw on anything for inspiration A fond memory, a piece of paper, walls in a train station It's just that I'm old school like that, roll that rap over soul loops like that It's just that I'm old school like that, roll that rap over soul loops like that (I'm old school y'all, yes y'all, I keep it goin y'all, here we go) It's just that I'm old school like that, roll that rap over soul loops like that (I'm old school y'all, keep it goin y'all, keep it goin y'all) It's just that I'm old school like that, roll that rap over soul loops like that (Ah here we go, c'mon) And we'll be right back after these messages Fellas grab your nutsacks, chicks squeeze your breastesses We ain't all that grown, it's still funny like Goin to the store on your own with rainbow money Since then had an insane flow sonny Walkin to the corner rhymin in the rain, nose runny Breakdancin maybe ten, bummy Is when Subroc would run up handspring Arabian somee! Ooh wee, like a Hong Kong Phooey kick Or a weekend afternoon, karate movie flick Slept good, no justice, no peace Woody kept it hoody, never discussed it with police Shot the fair one nobody ran to get the gat Or felt they had to put it up in they raps to set it fat And since when lyrical skills had to do with killin a cat? What type of chitlins is that? The Super Villain has the bad hydroponics Whoever willin to ride, provide raw chronic Yeah!