Lyrical Breakdown of My Zone! - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "My Zone!" 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 "My Zone!" 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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Yo its on!

Crackers crackers

Niggaz niggaz

(This is a test of the emergency smokecast system)

Crackers crackers

Niggaz niggaz

Fuckers fuckers

(This is a test

This this is a test of the emergency smokecast system)

Crackers crackers

Niggaz niggaz

Yo yo yo

Funk doc is on a world tear jumpin' 15 000 feet

Out of plane in the air like where

The next ghetto i'm gonna run

I'm gonna shut them ear drums until you talkin' sign language

There go son!

Walls start to bleedin when my jaws is leakin'

Doc do 200 first week your label call a meeting

Yea i'm gonna let the gorrilas up in your building

Kick your door, shoot up the ceiling

Snatch the coke, kidnapp the children

Don't start lying about your tire being flat

Or catching a allergy attack

I'll axe the battle and the bat

Saddling them ho's like yeeehaw!

Bitch enjoy the tour when you're fuckin

The doc 5 o'clock free ride

Ambulance too late for them

These paper thin niggaz robbin' at the atm with a staple gun

I'm a rookie scuba diver, holler

You rap scholars do the knowledge

You wont make it through to college

B the r i-c-k

Never wore those, my lyrics to the mic

Is like my hormones to pornos

Bitches keep the door closed

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Mothafuckers be tryin to step in my zone

I grab my chrome

And be like yo its on Aiyo who fuckin' with us

You either feel it or fear it

And smash the hardest artist regardless in steez

I'm heartless with these (you ready) cock it and squeeze

With precise precision you better listen

Guaranteed to blow your vision if we engage in collision

Talk slick and be laid out in chalk

I still stay out in newark

And blaze my way into court

So nigga fuck what u thought