Lyrical Breakdown of Questionmark (Extended Raw Rhymes Version) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Questionmark (Extended Raw Rhymes Version)" 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 "Questionmark (Extended Raw Rhymes Version)" 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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131 Years, seven generations, one recipe Enough said, Jack Daniel's old number 7B Quality Tennessee sour mash whiskey Ooh, so many flows Shit goes so many ways down and below Twenty-thi-thousand leagues under the sea Motherfuckers never know it was me Ooh, that nigga flew so many flows It's like so many fly colors on the ho toes God damn it, the motherfucker rule the whole planet Gimme two times, cu— Oh shit, nah, fuck it I'm comin' through to kick the bucket one day Motherfuckers never see a nigga parlay like Lay in the cut like you never knew Motherfuckin' super-villain And who the fuck is you? Ooh One-two, one-two In order to make a jam, kid, we got to get it back up in the zone That's it, the way we be spittin' when the writin' shit is on I'm fuckin' it up 'cause right now you gotta get See, I'ma be serious my next verse, I'ma just be serious (Yeah) I be startin' to laugh, that's my problem That's my problem, too, my shit sound like on some funny shit You know what's hot? The way we keep talkin' I'm takin' off the headphones to talk to you But it's dope 'cause we talkin' and we still doin' it to the music So we could beat— too loud? I keep The beat kinda low like this and shit Nah, I don't think the levels are fucked up Oh, you mean to keep the tone down? Yeah, yeah, yeah, kinda like ride it like right there, right there Be like, yo, the super fat shit, the whole situation is Good things Nope, no, no, no He cleans his metal mask with gasoline, they after him Last seen pull a chick like a fiend pull a fast one Can't put shit past him Got niggas on his own team mad enough to blast him Retarded in real life, on the mic Rain Man Stand close to his main man like a chain gang Who give a fuck about who or they fancy crew That's no mystery, like Hardy Boys do with Nancy Drew Sorta with her drawers down quarter The extorter bring slaughter like, "Well, I oughta" I suggest you hand over the formula, 'dullah A villain in your land, in his land, a ruler Hard-hittin' like puffin' a woola with Lieutenant Uhura Every day feel like is a off day, with Ferris Bueller Brother pull heat to prove they not sweet No matter how you spell it, you still got beat, so check the Some people question how we live Question what we give, take it to the next Leave 'em where they can't see me Still they judge, but they be butt-ass Twist that wig like a Muppet Keep it simple, can't truss it Light's the fuel, mic is the tool Drink Jack, kick back, drop drool Finish what I start, mastered the art Livin' hell, can't explain it, inhale, confuse it more Cop the four-four, contemplate, meditate Dictate, I direct my direct fate comin' of late Curious, can I say shit? Do it for Kidal Roc, do it for K-Nit R-I-P, K-N-I-T, Sub R-O-C Eternally, for M-I-C Only we save we Yeah, this ain't directed to the public All y'all punk motherfuckers get schooled and slammed on sight By candlelight, my hand'll write these rhymes 'til I'm burnt out Most is from experience, shit that I learned about Topics and views generally concerned about With different ways to come up and earn clout I take a look at my life and pace the trails From Tabliq and savage females with fake nails to face veils You out your frame for still baggin' 'em too You know I know, these hoes be askin' me if I'm you Like my twin brother, we did everything together From hundred raka'at salats to coppin' butter leathers Remember when you went and got the dark blue Ballys? I had all the different color Cazals and Gazelles The Subroc, three-finger ring with the ruby in the O, ahk Truly the illest dynamic duo on the whole block I keep a flick of you with the machete sword in your hand