Lyrical Breakdown of Da Fuck Goin On - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Da Fuck Goin On" 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 Fuck Goin On" 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, Red Man or OG in the game, boy, I still got it I'm bad in meth like Samuel Wallet I go post through outta Cadillac Hit him with the un-positive K, I ain't havin' that I flip modes and rampage a zip code On a trench coat, I'm heavier than Klitschko The hemp smoke be my first love I stayed around that perp nigga like Wendy and Lisa Yeah, in 89 I sold Grams And now I sign women in plants Dot keeper attitude, hate 'em or like 'em Wolf tickets can't be sold, I'm half likin' I do what I want on the regular I get brand, get hit, etcetera, etcetera 90s era versus the new content A big difference like Bombthin' and Compton Now everybody wanna light the blunt with me You steal my lighter, you gon' get a buck 50 Now what the fuck goin' on? What the fuck goin' on? What the fuck goin' on? What the fuck goin' on? Now what the fuck goin' on? What the fuck goin' on? What the fuck goin' on? (What the fuck?) I'll be on my grind Like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I hope I ain't gotta use my nine Like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Now everybody throw your hands to the sky Wave them all around if you're smokin' that loud Keep them there Yo, Mr. Yellow, run they Jews, my nigga Alright, niggas, y'all know what the fuck it is