Lyrical Breakdown of Same Ol' Thing - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Same Ol' Thing" 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 "Same Ol' Thing" 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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(Chrous:) "The same ol' thing (all over the world), The same ol' thing (got to get 'em wit it), The same ol' thing (MCs out there got), The same ol' thing (so let me tell ya bout it)," MCs keep comin' with the same ol' thing With the same ol' swing With the same ol' ending The same ol' climax Cause many have no vertebrae Yo, but D-E-L & HIEROGLYPHICS have to murder a Fraudulent foe real quick And get them off of our dicks Show the public that they ass ain't slick They lack skills And they can only thrill ya by dance steps I coulda iced Vanilla, but I haven't got the chance yet But that's ok Cause he was dissed on Soul Train He got booed because his rhymes are so lame He ain't the only one He's far from it There's more on Earth And they're all gonna plummet Like falling stars Because a brother's in charge I'ma stomp mud holes in they ass like they was El DeBarge Then charge to the front of the class Suckers everywhere like broken glass, yo But I'ma keep troopin' through the Meadow with the fellow named X And a pillow To sock the pussy willows While I get dough as I grow as a rhymer And they can keep showin' their teeth like Aunt Jemima It's the same ol' thing... (Chorus:) ...and it's gettin' kinda ancient, I'm in your face with force To eliminate monotonous Braggin' & boastin' so most will end up profitless Cause they ain't got a foot to stand on And I'ma leave the stage bloodier than a Tampon I can't get no rest Because of gamin' little pests Will step & try to test me with the same ol' thing I wish it would stop But more than likely it will not Cause too many MCs got the same ol' thing So I change & rearange rhyme patterens Keep ya mind scatterin' From the solar system And I still dissed 'em The ones with the CRUMBS on they lips Talkin' about Sucka MCs that don't exist And I get the gist So don't play me like a imbecile Thinkin' that ya large But ya small as a thimble Plus I get mantal over funky tracks And ya still talkin' Sucka MCs? That shit is wack If I ever dissed an MC It was one with a name So don't tell me he was one in the same Because I know better I flow better than the average Joe I use my nubian stick to overthrow that same ol' thing... (Chorus:) MCs out there got the same ol' thing Got the sameol' game And trip, some got the same ol' name Like Rockmaster This Mighty Kingathat Who died & left you the Wolfman, Jack? But the Boogiemen are irregular Spactacular, dracula And plus we're gettin' clever I never had the urge to ass a tag to my title And I won't add a (rah!) or a (huh!) at the end of my recital Hip hop hibbit I never say a rhyme like that Cause I can take my time & give it Thought, so I went & bought A pen & pad Now I'm makin' MCs real mad Like Young MC Goin' out like Sugar Hill Add a new beat New rhyme (huh!) Bogus still And even if we are in the same gang It ain't no need For all MCs to have the same ol' thing... (Chorus:) ...and it's gettin' mighty ancient...