Lyrical Breakdown of Da Funk - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Da Funk" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Redman weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Da Funk" 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 Redman 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 Redman's narrative.

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1, Redman (Reggie Noble) talking to himself: Yo, yo, yo check this out Yo, yo we gon go back to the old school right now Yo, yo Red Yo, what's up G? Yo, yo, yo check this out I believe there's no nigga out there as funky as you True So, what we're gonna do, is we're gonna go back to the old P Funkadelic Get the fuck outta here, word? Remember that old cut you did? Yeah, yeah That ol' P funk cut? Yeah, make my funk the P funk Yeah, yeah, that's it Well, what we gonna do is we gonna reminisce on that ol' shit Word? We gon go right back to the old school, but before we do I wanna know is my niggaz in the house? Hell yeah! I said is my motherfuckin niggaz in the house? Hell yeah! So everybody just light your spliffs up Yeah Get your skunk weed and light that shit up And let the funk be your guiding light You heard it comin from the lungs of the funkadelic brother himself More funk than a bag of skunk Twice the funk that James Brown's socks Hit me Hittin you straight across your notch Wit a tune Yo, Redman, drop it Make my funk, the P funk I wants to get funked up Make my funk the P funk, we thump Lyrics that bounce the brain, make emcees jump Sky high Can't touch the level so why try? Fall Guy compare me status to fly guy Rough and rugged, and brother it takes ten to conquer That's why I'm on probation Ever since three, I cut throats of emcees Mediocre lyricist who burnt with degrees Of two-ten Not from an oven, but mac ten A mac twenty maybe if I didn't subtract ten My background straight from a black mans culture Want more, buy the video or Redman sculpture For your mantle, damn you Too hard to handle E Double slam once, and Redman slam two Break hooks, earthquake shook the state of NJ Okay, bust the big gate For microphones that have swollen mic cords PE fights for power Redman fights for soul power Funk is strong as a tree trunk Ask me the flavor Make mines the P funk, Repeat 2X I'm back with the funk, chump You want funk, how many lumps? I got spunk I'm well known like Donald Trump I'm not...