Lyrical Breakdown of Lyric Lickin - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Lyric Lickin" 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 "Lyric Lickin" 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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Hi everybody. It's Del the Funky Homosapien, down with Hieroglyphics Dopest crew in the World, coming with the new '96 shit! Check it out D-E-L will ("Lick you wid our lyrics!") Hieroglyphics will ("Lick you wid our lyrics!") D-E-L will, you know, you know! Hieroglyphics will Fuck you up! It's me, really me, not a look-alike I know some sound alike but when I'm around a mic Niggas cut! You know the skit Del ultimate Rapper international, with that rational style I get the, shit off my consciousness and Pull out the compasses I'm on some shit you ain't around, in the town, clown! Rebound! Go get on your intercom and call Your weakass crew so I can call protocol I don't give a shit, I wants to get lit ("yeah!") Split the Philly roll that bitch! And it better hits correct and right Make sure po-po out of sight Or they gonna have us locked up tonight, sike! We in the cut with the best bomb available Peelt out laughin' in a trail of smoke Oaktown, where niggas get down in more ways than one It don't stop till the raising sun Mentally unstable with the rhymes that rock yo' cradle The author of fatal flows that liquidate emcees Then I scoop 'em with a ladle I stay ill and psyched Outta my mind with mics but gotta be in before sunlight Emcees approach me with chains of garlic But their brains are targets Then I dump off the carcass A lot of niggas fuss just 'cuz we the best for us[?] Niggas faker with they raps than the Snuffleluffagus Lifts and bends, I recommend Before I make blood suspend When I check that chin It's common knowledge Mr. Del demolish ("You ain't know?") Taking you back to the days of cornbread and collards, come on! ("Lick you wid our lyrics!") D-E-L will ("Lick you wid our lyrics!") Hieroglyphics will ("Lick you wid our lyrics!") Yeah! I perceive more than the average madness Niggas get the giggles when they find my shit is pivotal The radical, hip-hop fanatical who do what's natural Actual fact, no tact, you'll get intercepted! Kept it away, from emcees 'cuz they Wouldn't know what to do wit' it Pursuing it don't mean you gonna catch it I slay willing women backwards on the mattress At this access got niggas yackin' I'm crackin' safes and niggas actin' fake I got the date to arrange your weight About spent every cent on the bomb Fuck being calm, I'm like a shell-shocked vet from 'Nam So turn to Psalms, get your palms off my dick Before I go sick and make yo' ass hit the bricks I used to stay on 57th the resident bussed to havin' it [?] To stay out late at night 'cuz none of these niggas is Heaven-sent I'm bent, puffin' killer-Cali hit the vent I lend my voice to tracks, as we's the instrument A Public Service Announcement on how I house shit I hope your blouse fit, bitch, you fight with fists But if I ask you "Let's battle" you might resist I wax that ass on Pay-Per-View and invite Tha Liks The steel-cage grudge-match where there's no escape I'll peel that cap like bananas to apes Oh yeah! them niggas, it figures The masterminds behind the rhymes you claim were yours We lick off with rhymes like Nas and make your brains stain the floors At last we clash under the overpass Damn, we've been waiting here for hella long, since 12 I'm tellin' you, man, they don't wanna see me on the mic I'm tellin' you All these fake ass niggas That's why they ain't came. They heard me, man, they done heard me, man, I'm tellin' you Talkin' about they the freestyle masters, they'll get they ass ate And they sound just like you anyway, man, we out on these fools Del: I know man, let's be out ("Lick you wid our lyrics!") D-E-L will ("Lick you wid our lyrics!") Hieroglyphics will ("Lick you wid our lyrics!") Yeah! We got the beat ("You know!") ("Lick you wid our lyrics!") There ain't no doubt about it, we got the beat ("You know!") ("Lick you wid our lyrics!") From Oakland, to all around the World ("You know!") ("Lick you wid our lyrics!") You know what? We got the beat ("Lick you wid our lyrics!") ("You know!") Bye!