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