Lyrical Breakdown of Simple Satisfaction - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Simple Satisfaction" 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 "Simple Satisfaction" 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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I'mma keep it alive, the funk
With this 'lil special device, the funk
It works for me, what's that, the funk
Lemme flip the switch and get it started, the funk
Try to go against the funk, you're finished
You gone substitute, you're finished
DZL, funk from the beginning to the 9th inning
And my team is winning, homeboy, you're finished
Sir D, dirty wordsmith, poetry perfect
So serious with the lip service
Somebody get him a mop
Properly sop up this mess left by the previous guests
Yes, that's an order from the lord of the funk continuum
Any fool disagree, send me 'em, I'll attend to 'em
Quick, fast, leave his ass, pickin' through the trash
Lightning bolt voltage, extra watts
Add pressure to your box, tell it to stop
But Del is a rock, unmovable juggernaut
Astronaut but on the asphalt with my rap vault
Now open to the public for observation
Admiration of how we used to play it
Daze and amaze with flow
Any engagement is like a wedding reception
Hope you get a reception
Don't miss out on this fresh cut, jeah
Tried to told you
I visualize with mind of Minolta, definin' the culture
Move with it, groove with it, body and soul connect
We 'bout to perfect the action
For simple satisfaction
That come from sayin' that we did it
You ain't with it then don't, I don't care
You just miss the boat
Hitler? Nope, DZL, leader of the funk people
And I'mma see you 'cause funk or die
That was the promise so
Deep but wear my heartbeat on my sleeve
Let it vibrate the signal leads
To the thing you need to cling to, to believe
I'mma tell you that it's real, I had to feel
Not in the sense of sensual touch
But you can tell the difference when you gettin' the rush
Not drugs, not to fuck of your buzz
But this came before the additives
Nigga, I'm bad and big, come test it
Words leave you heard, no further suggestions
Swerve to a session in less than half an hour
I got a pad with paragraphs of power, now you're devoured
You ain't allowed to talk 'cause you foul and false
Mouthin' off like a child of God
But you get beat down with freestyles
'Cause you're cheap style
Don't even need to be out, believe me it's wild
Uncontrollable, foldin' you like a bank roll
Jeah, takin' control, I'm back with Zac
Crackin' your wig back with that counter-attack
For that counterfeit bought over the counter shit
I got thousands of scripts from down in the pit
Deep underground where the system crank
Causin' earthquakes, you heard it reverberate
I'm sure that you can relate
If you're funky there's no further debate
Move with it, groove with it
On ya mark and get set, go
'Del the funky homosapien' once again
Sometimes from the end to the beginning
If you can smell the fragrance, tell them dunces
Don't say shit, you must be out your mind
Crazy like a bag of sprayed weed
They way out your league, better leave it to the big boys
Jeah, deep in the land of funk, funk or die
That was the promise so
Deep in the land of funk