Lyrical Breakdown of Voices, Pt. 0 - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Voices, Pt. 0" 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 "Voices, Pt. 0" 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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Tossin turnin, dreams of murder someone's killin me It changes there's night I'm on a killin spree All done, cold blood, wakin up in cold sweats This is such a cold world my conscience getting death threats Shadows chokin me, my last breath, lets out my body, it's a conspiracy My mind and my body's not really down with me Me against the whole world, it's a little deeper Me against myself, I fight the grim reaper Swing sickle I got my Glock bust rounds off demented Schizophrenic, I know this sounds off to you I do not lie, when I doze off spirits hope I die, whatever Angels waste they time, they work together Scheme, they plot on me, cause I'm son of man I hear voices from a dog like Son of Sam Don't give a damn if the bullets fill me I don't wanna live, I hope they kill me Put me out my misery, I live in misery I kill all my enemies, cause I live comfortably Those who seek me are called wise men Or either wise guys I pray you comprehend And realize I'm condemned No rest, homicidal dreams My cell mate, all he do is scream Out loud how he wants to go home That's funny, I'm here all alone Locked, in a single cell His back's bleedin, he's cold as hell And I'm hopin, they turn on some heat I call the C.O. to bring some extra sheets Where he go he walk through walls one halls I pray he teach me They don't see him at the health try to reach me I say "please see how he feels" They said "he's alright, but he's not real" Evaluation say I suffer from depression Hallucination, self-? What they guessin I'm here doin years I'm stressin Medicate me state me want me to rested Don't take it cause he said that won't be bested He said I need his help and he needs me Nigga you walk through walls, go home you're free Home, that was far and he was turned off Cause his wings were burned off A lesson was learned, communicated with one I was chosen cause I've got sun