Lyrical Breakdown of Burn Ya Block - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Burn Ya Block" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Chance the Rapper weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Burn Ya Block" 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 Chance the Rapper 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 Chance the Rapper's narrative.

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Things I would like (yeah, yeah) Up until the point that we had a riot, everybody said "Those niggas are alright, they're doing fine" Things I would like (yeah, yeah) 'Cause these suckers are burning down my store (yeah, yeah) I got to give these, something because I thought they was happy Burn ya block, burn ya block Burn ya block, burn ya block Burn ya block, burn ya block Burn (it's on fire) Burn ya block, burn ya block Burn ya block, burn ya block Burn ya block, burn ya block Burn (it's on fire) Red Summer, heads on a pike, pipe down Hands on ya head, on the curb, bite down Fire in your eyes, and it burn bright brown Sundown town, you turn around, right 'round Fight for your life, take it round by round Time to throw a right, right now, right now Right now, right now, right now, right now Left cheek, right cheek, going right down I smell fire at the precinct Small bit of heat for the streets, it was freezing Sweet song for the yard down in Sing, Sing Pinch of the salt if you thought we was dreaming Higher, high as we go (igh) That's how high the flames can be And high as, high as we go That's how high the flames can be, yeah Burn ya block, burn ya block Burn ya block, burn ya block Burn ya block, burn ya block Burn (it's on fire) Burn ya block, burn ya block Burn ya block, burn ya block Burn ya block, burn ya block Burn (it's on fire) Don't just walk, baby, sashay 'Cause when you sashay, girl, your ass shake You went Angela Bassett on the last place (igh) You left the crib Left Eye, it's an ashtray This a half day We don't spin blocks, meet 'em halfway Get a drum, roll the window down halfway (boom) Burn his skin, air it out, clear the pathway I smell fire at the precinct Small bit of heat for the streets, it was freezing Sweet song for the yard down in Sing, Sing Pinch of the salt if you thought we was dreaming Higher, high as we go That's how high the flames can be And high as, high as we go That's how high the flames can be, yeah Burn ya block, burn ya block Burn ya block, burn ya block Burn ya block, burn ya block Burn (it's on fire) Burn ya block, burn ya block Burn ya block, burn ya block Burn ya block, burn ya block Burn (it's on fire) Things I would like (yeah, yeah) Out of all (yeah, yeah) Yeah, I won't want it (yeah) And the child is a doctor (yeah) Things I would like (yeah, yeah) Out of all (yeah, yeah) Yeah, I won't want it (yeah) Ours, ours down (yeah)