Lyrical Breakdown of Goin Down - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Goin Down" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Ol' Dirty Bastard weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Goin Down" 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 Ol' Dirty Bastard 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 Ol' Dirty Bastard's narrative.
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I am the U-N-I, the Q-U-E, the G to the O-D
I said, I go by the unforgettable name of the man called Unique G
Well, my name is known all over the world
To the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I go down in history as the baddest brother that ever could be
You couldn't show me
Didn't know me
How to be a true MC
My advantage on the M-I-C is the slang
That I manifest so you could never hang
Obviously you know my name by now
I done thrown stupid parties all through your town
Dirt me girt, that's my motherfucking name
Love to flirt, that's my motherfucking name
They said, "Who wanna be an MC?"
I am the original G-O-D
Making young ladies scream
(Is)
My specialty
See my style, different from yours
Make young bitch want to drop their drawers
I gotta song for you all
Somewhere over the rainbow
Where bluebirds fly
Somewhere over the rainbow
Why, oh, why?
Hear me now
Style funky, you know dat's me
Killer bee, whohoho, one man army
Down for mine when I go on tour
Throw your hands in the air if you want more
Style is evil is like an wicked witch
With the mi-ca-phone spliggh, funky as a bitch
Which is which, makes me nasty, nasty
Next on the mic is the rappin, nuh
You want some of the Ason's gun
Shoot the nigga, blaaow, reaches no one
Then you know not to touch my hoe
I like livin' my own fuckin' show