Lyrical Breakdown of Welcome (Interlude) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Welcome (Interlude)" 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 "Welcome (Interlude)" 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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(DJ SAYWHAT?) Our phone are open for all you high motherfuckers At 1-800-DIKINYABOOTY (Redman) Welcome That's 1-800-dick-in-ya-boo-tay! (Redman) Welcome *Ringing phone is answered* Aiyyo this is Mad Duke callin from Da Bricks I'm on the block with Uncle Quilly and Leroy Sweetdick Gettin my smoke on, for you onionhead motherfuckers Hi this K-Spark from the Al Parks, dammmn! Welcome to another nineteen ninety-six Funk Doctor Spock tape As we take y'all minds on another journey, through the darkside We uplift you! Def Squad force comin through with the ruckus Jammin for all knotty-headed peasy motherfuckers, ahh And for funky bitches, we got a funky thing for you I said I gets down like that, who am I (Funk Doctor) (As I kiss the sky) I said I gets down like that, who am I (Funk Doctor) (As I kiss the sky) Bomb troll, funkier than Haitian underarms Represent Jersey, the land of firearms Hotwired cars, emptying cigars Afros, mofo's, on knees with momo's It's nasty as I come my shit be douche I used to be the chief instructor for Bruce Choose your weapon -- A FATALITY Line your crew up now -- BABALITY In nineteen ninety-six bitch ass niggaz all in my mix On some rah rah shit, get my rah rah dick! Nuts alert, first sound de alarm on de expert My network, operate sharper than a Gilette works Off the corner style Blinds in Knightening Armor About more Facts of Life than Tudy or Blair Warner Chi-Town where you at (we got your back) D.C. where you at (we got your back) My crew Come Strapped like MC Eiht with nickel plates Gettin mad Dead Presidents ask Lorenzo Tate Ahh, gettin loot rollin craps in the yard Can't be scarred by media, SO FUCK THE MEDIA Most MC's are terrible, unbearable Couldn't get stupid if you were sliced cerebral Ahh no need to... act like he's shittin Man you're funnier than Ed Griffith, it's Red's kitchen My infrared's missin, damn I'm slippin I'm out of ammo, yo Crossbreed, stick the clip in