Lyrical Breakdown of Watermelon - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Common weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Watermelon" 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 Common 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 Common's narrative.

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It's a phone call I'm gonna have to let London do it Sunset... Rodney... Give him some watermelon (Watermelon, watermelon, watermelon) I express like an interstate Hyper when I venilate My rap pieces penetate and infiltrate your mental state Just to reitterate That I innovate Bonin' broads while they menstruate I'm spendin' great time with the rhyme More than I did any female I derailed your train of thought Because your brain was caught On some other man's thinking Now your third eye is blinking My rhymes be kicking like a brother's breath be stinking I get funky for sure while you're unsure If you got beef, chief, then let that shit unthaw This track was a broad I'd be bonin' the shit out of it Bang, bang, bang then see what I can get out of her Probably some scratch clothes and some J's I got six million ways to rhyme Choose one I stand out like a nigga on a hockey team I got goals, and I can like a pop machine I come clean Like a fiendish child, now in rehab My stutter style's crazy 'Cause that's right, we bad, we bad Pryor to Richard I was that crazy nigga 'Cause I kick ass And when I wreck it other rappers be like, "Whiplash!" (Watermelon) check it out, y'all (Watermelon) you don't stop (Watermelon) keep movin' on (Watermelon) It's like I come to the party in a b-boy stance I rock on the mic and make the girls want to dance I come to the party in a b-boy stance I rock on the mic and make the girls want to dance Me without a lyric, is like a nigga without a beeper I'm a blow this shit out, 'cause I'm the joint like reefer If Barry White was in the mob I still would be deeper 'Cause I had lyrics back when I used to go with Keyvin This MC stepped to me, butt-ass naked like, "What's up?" I said, "You know you done fucked up Now I'm sayin, "You know you done fucked up" Everybody that here be say I Jams like the NBA 'Cause I'm on fire If I was the Michelan I wouldn't tire It's funny how time flies Well I'm as fly as time I don't believe in role models But if I do, then I'm mine I make brothers say, "True" They be you and be like fiction I want 'spect and dead presidents Like Richard Nixon I'm a coach not a player They the gay MC, I'm straighter My style is similiar to AIDS You can f with it now But catch you later You can't touch this, 'cause this is what I'm feelin' bro I'm the man, you need me, I'll be on the fifth flo' Just chillin' Even if it's played out it's not the word to play so peace I'm out to Dirty Burgers, I'ma give my change to Reese (Watermelon) check it out, y'all (Watermelon) you don't stop (Watermelon) keep movin' on (Watermelon) it's like that, dawg (Watermelon) check it out, y'all (Watermelon) you don't stop (Watermelon) keep movin' on (Watermelon)