Lyrical Breakdown of Corner Story - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Del the Funky Homosapien weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Corner Story" 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 Del the Funky Homosapien 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 Del the Funky Homosapien's narrative.

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[Chorus] We 'bout to roll to the corner me and my crew We 'bout to roll to the corner and get us some brew We 'bout to roll to the corner and get some swishers too So we can roll a fat blunt and get perved Another fine day in this land I live Oakland we're they don't give a shit and that's it You know I'm sellin dank and split the profit 50/50 With this other brother who went in half with me Now, first before we burst the move We gotta sooth our nerves with the liquor Then we don't bicker We'll be relaxed ask your mama This shit is like a war zone Streets is hot like the Bahamas But we will stay away from the drama I'm wearin' my snipe, my arctic jacket with the wool like a llama But then we had to pause like a comma Cause someone got stuck and bucked and family was outside with trauma We heard the shots from inside and whenever gats go off I hit the deck and hide And if po-po said they got there on time they lied But you gotta give them credit they try I see a mother cry and I'm wondering why And my man said fuck it aint nothin' we can do But to continue our mission down the block for the brew And we out (yeah, yeah) [Chorus x2] On our way we 'bout half way there Children runnin' everywhere like they just don't care The Muslim Bakery is like right between And if I pass by with beer they will look at me mean So I ducks in and gets my Final Call now Cause still my brain gotta be well endowed and proud The ambulances signals and glances So let's hurry up and don't take no chances Niggas step to us trying to rap like we got all the answers In front of the store trying to work that slide ahead The panhandlers, they not no amateurs Daily reminders of how I gotta find a way to come up It sums up life along with the kids and a wife But anyway, we pass the local grocery store And you can be sure the meats and the produce ain't good no more Some of it is from days before I want it fresh and the clerk ain't my race so he stress They doin me in my community - fuck it, we there Aint enough for a 6 pack so we had to share A nice little stroll through the April spring air We hide our shit so the Nation don't see it there [Chorus x2]