Lyrical Breakdown of All My Heroes Are Cornballs - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "All My Heroes Are Cornballs" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how JPEGMAFIA weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "All My Heroes Are Cornballs" 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 JPEGMAFIA 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 JPEGMAFIA's narrative.

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One, two JPEG, because I like JPEGs (Say, say) Um, for the resolution of color You think you know me The only thing about JPEGs I like It's yours Alright Aw, nigga, nigga, nigga, I'm stayin' (Yeah, huh) Aw, nigga, nigga, I'm just playin' (Playin', playin', playin', yeah) Walk in the crib with the Glock 19 and a dirty clip Snuck up in Coachella with a bald lil' buddy, I ain't Jaden Smith (No) Herman, nigga, of course (Of course), I'm flagrant (Facts) I can't keep no job, I can't commit Hate goes into these bars, some niggas ain't built for it I made rap my job, it's sacred You don't wanna get them guns involved (Doo-doo-doo-doo) 'Cause your wifey gon' be callin' the law Boys (Boys) Alright Fuck Motherfuckers, man Fuck, fuck These niggas out here, man Gnarly, gnarly Fuck, fuck Fuck (Fuck) Gnarly Uh, damn, guess who had a big year? (Big year) No whips, no chains, just a few tears Pop filter, hopin' that you get the stock (Bah) When I hit the stage, I hope that my enemies watchin' Damn, I wonder when they droppin'? Why these wiggas always showin' up when nigga be poppin'? Bruh Don't turn yourself into a target (Into a target) 'Cause we can take this shit from beef to somethin' exhaustin' Glock 43X with the sticky holster (Bah-bah-bah) Pistol whip 'em, I can't waste the bullet in a poser (Blat) Incels gettin' close 'cause I crossed over How they go from Anne Hathaway to Ann Coulter? All that shootin' in the air, that's for posin' (That's for posin') Fast break, we jammin' it, nigga, no floaters Lames gettin' bolder, straps on the shoulder They gon' have to get the chap to console you You know, everybody wanna say I do this, I do that (Don't play me) Everyone wanna act like they hard and shit But just stop, shit Damn, haha Let me Let me get, uh, uh Let me get a double bacon, a double bacon, double Nah, not a double bacon, uh, uh A bacon, a bacon smokehouse meal with no cheese Mhm Yeah, with, with no cheese on that thang, and uh You like the meal large? The meal is gon' be large, the meal is Know what to drink? Uh, the meal, uh, is gon' come with a...