Lyrical Breakdown of Take 'Em to War - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Take 'Em to War" 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 "Take 'Em to War" 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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Shit ain't never gonna change (Fuck it!!!) Time to load the clips (Then we take 'em to war!!!) Niggas wanna flip (The we take 'em to war!!!) Break a nigga proper (Then we break him some more!!!) I represent the murderers and felony offenders Who even bought time out to get these legal tenders (Surrender) Nah, I'm goin out with a bang nigga Fuck Pataki I gotta do my thang nigga Forty-four mag, bustin into action Brains left in particles, fragments and fractions Grimm, the money stacker, heat packer I'm lurkin, I'm waitin, attackin like a linebacker Fuck what you heard, crime pays And always, unorthodox, I hold my pistol sideways We kill crews, hearts go numb And if retaliation comes then yo fuck it, it just comes (Yo who you?) I'm Dr. Death motherfucker ever heard of me? Close your eyes, cross your fingers, time for surgery I'm already dead, so nah, you can't murder me Cause quantities of entities enter me evilly Shit ain't never gonna change (Fuck it!!!) Time to load the clips (Then we take 'em to war!!!) Niggas wanna flip (The we take 'em to war!!!) Break a nigga proper (Then we break him some more!!!) Since I murder for hire, rapid fire's what I require Makin niggas perspire, so send a message through the wire Cause violence is contagious, it got me bustin gauges The '95 Larry Davis and I'm wettin niggas for wages Queens is the home of 1, the known felon And ain't no tellin, when I'mma crack your fuckin melon For the right amount of chips, I spit clips and hit whips Leavin niggas bloody, the leather seats is where the shit drips With the pound-seven, I be creepin, rockin niggas while they sleepin Shots repeatin, leavin faggot niggas leakin When I cock back the iron, niggas is dyin, marchin to Zion Cause the pound-cake, roars like a lion Word son, niggas be collapsin, cause my weapons is Ready for action, makin your heart catch contractions In the underworld, shootin gallery niggas lose calories Cause my salary's based on fatalities Here I come to get some motherfuckin wreck but first I gotta Umm vest check, uncheck, clip one check, clip two check, I'm set So let a motherfucker move a muscle When I tussle they'll be piecin niggas back like fuckin puzzles Cause Kool G. Rap is known for bringin mad noise, a bad boy When I was younger always carried guns, I never had toys Grimm, gimme the infrared and semi and I'm puttin red dots On niggas foreheads to makin motherfuckers Indian You got beef? Go get yourself a wreath, because it's murder Cause I put holes in my beef like fuckin White Castle burgers So now I gots to run up on a clown with the fo'-pound Cock back, rock black, gun a nigga down I see em, he's comin out the fuckin colosseum And hopped into a BM, shit! Put in my clip and then I dipped into the ride that my man had Parked on the sidewalk, then we start to glide I'm rainin on him (faster nigga) oh yeah we're gainin on him (Oh shit he's with somebody else) fuck it, put his brain on him Boom boom, no survivors, lifted the nigga out his seat When they find him, he'll be a backseat driver But I ain't finished with the trigger yet, I'm lightin up a cigarette Bang Bang!!! I left the other nigga wet It's G. Rap baby, you know me, you try to hurt this I split your fuckin top and leave a fingerprint on purpose!