Lyrical Breakdown of Saliva - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Saliva" 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 "Saliva" 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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You sold me dust Get him! Great balls of fire Guess who just crawled out the mud the mire That could make you trust a motherfuckin' liar A real shuck n' jiver Vaughn never been a duck n' diver He spit on the mic, yuck, saliva Hold it like a drunk driver hold a CB on a sharp turn Still clutchin' his chest from the heartburn What's your handle? I need a Zantac, ock And thanks before I blank into anaphylactic shock Rock the disco Chocolate on a Crisco ho? Cock diesel, and still tell a joke like Joe Piscipo Tell 'em the basics Basically, break the Matrix And just for kicks, make 'em gel like ASICs That's why they actin' standoffish Eat the beat by hand like canned raw crawfish Can you please pass the cocktail sauce? You might as well know, Hell is hot as hell, boss Tell my hoss, he said broads call me Vaughny I make sure I throws 'em back if they's too scrawny Or bony, phony MCs use a stand-in Leave him hangin' like if I ain't know where his hands been Hussy, how 'bout we bloody up you just for me? Bust a knee, then go finish study, a plus degree True victory, a new sick story I never met a chick that was too thick for me Holy Moses, my old earth know me closest On how I played the back and stayed bent like scoliosis It's no puzzle, you can ask Doc Zizmor The slow guzzle got your nizzle crooked like Biz jaw Drink like a fishy, she wish she was a Pisces Live since back when 25 cents Icees Used to turn your tongue the color red Now they want to fill ya full of lead What the fuck that young fella said? What, kid? It's Vaughn, the red-blooded Do yourself a favor or come on, get head-butted Yoke him if he run, I'll be there in a jiffy, son With the flame suppressor like off the 151 Quit your bitchin' or get blaow in your babble-box Punishment for dry snitchin', now eat this Travel Fox You'll be alright once it pass through your yellow belly Only thing he said was, "Can you please pass the jelly?" Homo say what? Like a promo, play the cut On the late night, before you touch the mic, get your weight right A lot of crews like to act like a violent mob They really need to just shut the fuck up like Silent Bob Either that or get smoked like hickory Should squash the beef and go wash their teeth quickly Know the stee', write a rhyme like a mystery And sign it on the bottom in calligraphy, "Your nigga, V"