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

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Da Goodness" 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 Goodness" 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.

This lyrical analysis of "Da Goodness" not only celebrates Redman's artistic prowess but also serves as an educational tool for aspiring songwriters. If this analysis inspires you and you'd like to see your own songs analyzed in this way, join the Lazyjot community. Register at Lazyjot and start exploring the full potential of your lyrical creativity. Turn your thoughts into rhymes and your rhymes into songs with Lazyjot!

Check it out, out Check it out, out Check it out, out Check it out, out Check it out, out Check it out, out Check it out, out Check it out Yo, bless the steel, step out dressed to kill Spark the L, "What up Doc?" What the deal? Clock the squeal, the MC overkill Certified cylinders, thirty-five mil' Jumpin' out planes, Doc's the name Cock the flame, back to relieve the pain Hater, IKSRFO don't Piscopo Hit the safe for cake, shoulda switched the code Nigga, sneak a pound through custom drug hounds Bound to rob your neighborhood Waldbaum's Me and my man jumpin' out Sedans Tappin' your jaw, like Sugar Ray did Duran I execute like wars in Beirut Twenty-two inch rims to parachute out the Lex Coupe The rhythm hit 'em without the venom in 'em Pin 'em, skin 'em with the shit, I pull out the John Lennon Ha, dog style your girl, smokin' a lot I been had a demo before "Ridin' High" Buy a whip straight up cash, out the car lot Clorox your Fort Knox, til y'all call SWAT Bite off your ear for a souvenir Switch from Red to Roy, give you primal fear If you don't know the click then you're smokin' wet Funk Doc, Def Squad, from the Jersey set Wild the fuck out, smoke the fuck out Drink the fuck out, freak the fuck out Bug the fuck out, scream the fuck out Black the fuck out, act the fuck out Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stankin' ass Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stankin' ass Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stankin' ass Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stankin' ass Ooh-wee, I think the heat is on '97 Cheech and Chong, I'm reachin y'all Right on, my palm is like the cape on Spawn Active frequency, trip the car alarm Ribbit, ribbit, ribbit, got moves to make Choose the date, today you hallucinate Smokin' me out without war, torn, ghettoes Opposite of Goodfellas, De Niro Go to any borough who rock the mic thorough Got your wife sayin, "Not tonight, hello" Money talk, bullshit walk, ask Chris The baptist, roll Garcias with hashish You need classes for practice to tap this Jurassic, crab, shaft, nasty ass bitch Hot potato, drop the data Guard your emancipation, proclamator Lock shit down, cock the pound, no doubt As a juvenile, brought Cazals off canal Brick City be the pros at wildin' out Off at the mouth, get dressed like Thousand Isle Got a degree, on the hash and the leaky Crash in the V while we master the P I beez 'bout it, 'bout it, 'causin- low mileage Blacka, make Zsa Zsa Gabor cha-cha Spit somethin' to you then turn your eyes cockeyed Down with the Outz, ah-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha Yo tremblin', pickin' up the pen again, adrenaline Got impact like DJ threw on "Benjamins" Sentiment, hit you with your thongs and your Timberland Fuck ya, rob ya, cops say, "It's them again" Choke the fuck out, jump the fuck out Sweat the fuck out, pass the fuck out Black the fuck out, flip the fuck out Drunk the fuck out, bug the fuck out Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stankin' ass Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stankin' ass Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stankin' ass Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stankin' ass Yo, Pepe Le Pew, I ain't messin' wit you Or stressin' your crew, your own niggas be testin' you too Fuckin' wit you, makin' your bitch unbuckle her shoe Watchin' this bitch while she already know what she wanna do She follow me home, and on the way she swallow me bone The Don Corleone, she wildin' all inside of my zone C'mon bitch, let me creep you out, peepin' you out Sneakin' you out, over to my crib, freakin' you out Ever ready, now turn off the telly, turn off the celly The way I be hittin' it got you sweatin', makin' you smelly Shit funky like your mother with her stinkin' ass Type of shit that'll have you aggie and ready to blast, woo Baby, just hold a second and give me a chance Let me go put my rubber on so that we really can dance Now we huggin', you know we fuckin' until my nuts bust out Cardiac arrest of the pussy and pass the fuck out Bug the fuck out, sweat the fuck out Drink the fuck out (shit), stink the fuck out (yes) Act the fuck out (yes), smack the fuck out (yes) Fuck the fuck out, freak the fuck out Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stankin' ass Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stankin' ass Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stankin' ass Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stankin' ass Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stankin' ass Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stankin' ass Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stankin' ass Do you wanna drink a forty? Shake your stankin' ass Stankin' ass Stankin' ass Stankin' ass Stankin' ass