Lyrical Breakdown of Dopeman - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Dopeman" 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 "Dopeman" 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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Hey mister Dopeman you're a star
I like your gold chain and your fancy car. 2x
I said "Dopeman Dopeman" that's who I am
I don't sell crack I sell coke bitch I'm a star
You can wrap me in saran make sure that I'm fresh
Put a stamp on your product right there on my chest.
My transporter KRS-ONE let's chop it up
Cause this product killer nigga get you a tux.
I got crack baby rap fans after the drug
The more they buy "Cha-Ching" the bigger my check stub.
Call me Mr. Pusherman it's dope in your ears
More money I can cut it get DJ Premiere.
You can fly me overseas and the dogs won't smell
London and Paris (Oooow) "You Got Mail"!
I'm the American Gangster I carry the weight
And when the feds watching homie I put more on the plate. (Let's Go!)
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Hey mister Dopeman you're a star
I like your gold chain and your fancy car. 4x
It's like every hood waiting for my music to buy
And when I'm done ears ringing like "Package Arrived!
Women strung out they copping 2 for 5
They get a half a metaphor and a piece of a punchline!
Now I'm off to Canada I'm high in demand
My passport not working "Try it again"!
I got drug dealers waiting like 5 in a van
They unloading my shit getting high from they hands.
The raw uncut Eddie Delirious
The underground reckognize, In Red We Trust.
Even your neighborhood saying "Red your tough"
Little kids idolize it when I pull up!
You can call a hotline Reggie ready for work
1-800-FuckWitANigga; this New Jerz!
I'll take your credit, debit or AmX card
To cop the gold chain nigga and fancy car!
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Hey mister Dopeman you're a star
I like your gold chain and your fancy car. 6x