Lyrical Breakdown of Worldwide - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Worldwide" 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 "Worldwide" 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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Del:
Who is the two like the Blues Brothers?
Unicron:
Yeah, who does it?
Del:
Me & you kid
We bruise dozens
& Hundreds of kids
Havin' fun with the wiz
That's me and,
Unicron:
Unicron, the inhuman on the mic
Yikes! (Zoinks!)
Del:
Lazer zaps saps who can't rap
They sound like beginners
I slam then I pin ya
Send ya to the hospital
I gots the flow
No nigga dare step
You'll get your hair swept
Off the floor when I clip ya
Button ya lip ya
Even if the record skips
I still rip (Damn that nigga still rips!)
Total rivers
Equip ya punk posse
Ya got lots to see
Days to come
Before you raise from dumb to smarter
Rippin' apart a poser
Bend 'em
Inside out, like Yoga
I'm a nice person on the inside
But men hide
When you and your friend die
But a hand to the strangler
The Beni Hanna chopper
And we oughtta pop ya
And crop ya
Cause we're sick of that shit (Sick of it!)
I'm about to have a fit
& Split ya head
& Kick ya bitch, in the tits
They're tender
Mixin' niggas brains like a blender
I kick rhymes like these to inja
And end ya
Off ya
Never comin' softer
This is not the best I can offer
I'ma save some for later
You ain't greater
Than the man
With a plan
And the brand that his name
And I hate ya.
(BRIDGE)
Unicron:
I'm the youngsta
With the swift tongue,
And the kid that lives up the street
Over Jon's beat
I make rappers eat turds and hay
It doesn't matter what version you play
I will still slay
A crowd a rhymers
And Del how'd I find ya?
Del:
That one summer years ago I shoulda signed ya.
Unicron:
Just a quick reminder
For those who find a
Problem with me
I'll put you on noid like a T & T timer
And there's only 20 seconds
Now I'm 16
And yes fiend to wreck shit
I throw temper tantrums
That's my anthem
I'm not very big
But you phuck with me, you'll be like Jerry's kids
Phucked up, & that's tough luck
Unicron has never backed down from a tough phuck
That's what lubricated Trojans are for
Cause I know, when the corn hits the tip
I got the dip
Flip & they suckin' on my nipples
And I will have a fut, too
Cause I get excited when I ride it
Fun while it lasted
Cas, did you like
When I did a song, back in the day with the Del-a-ray? (That's me!)
Get a patna
I'm glad you got the chance
To enhance the Jive roster
I'm a foster kid
But Del hooked me
Now I look free when I'm out,
Del: And I'm out...
(BRIDGE)