Lyrical Breakdown of Corrupted - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Corrupted" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Kodak Black weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Corrupted" 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 Kodak Black 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 Kodak Black's narrative.
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Y'all ain't finna save me
I'm your blessing, ma
Mama, I know, I know
Sometimes I act crazy but I'm still your baby
The projects made me like this, you can't blame me
Mama, I'm still your baby but the streets corrupt me
I'm sorry I fell in love with guns, I fell in love with thuggin'
I'm clutchin', I keep that Colt .45 everyday like Tony Dungy
I shoulda just listened to what you said but I don't really like instructions
I don't be wantin' to hear nothing
'Cause I was lookin' up to my cousin
They was in and out of jail, that was all I seen
So I knew what I wanted to be as a youngin'
Mama said she hate my stubbornness
Why I gotta be so grumpy
When it comes to anger, don't rush it
You gonna end up in a dungeon
I hate my attitude but I love him
'Cause I don't really be with that fuck shit
Mama, I'm fried, I be just tryna vibe
I don't really be tryna get impulsive
Sittin' back sippin' on Hennessey
Niggas tryna drain out my energy
Ain't no bad vibe in these premises
I can feel the vibe, you envy me
Tryna stay level-headed, keep my head straight
But the devil, he don't want to see me go the better way
Deep in my heart, lookin' for the love I had
My heart was gold but these dirty streets turned it black
I was a good lil' nigga, life turned me bad
Can't show sympathy, I might get whacked
On probation but I know I got to stay strapped
Went on a lick geek, I forgot my face mask
Went on a lick geek, turned up on a nigga ass
When they let me out VA, I had thirty stashed
Poppin' fraud 'cause this rap shit wasn't bringin' cash
Always takin' care of my mama 'cause she all I had
You would think the boy roller blading
I done skated so much ramifications
I coulda got draft to the Patriots
NFL, run up on me, get deflated
Drop some but I caught a lot of cases
On route, goin' up top on a safety
I pray to Yaweh, could you save me?
Lately, I been goin' back crazy
Maybe if you be my lady
I might stop all this ragin'
Baby could you be my lady?
I just been sittin' here thinkin'
Wonder, could you be my lady?
I be goin' through some phases
I don't wanna know new faces
Everybody 'round me changin'
I was just talkin' about it to my partner 'nem
I just gave a pussy ass ho a compliment
Thought she was a thousand, I just started to like the bitch
Nine dollar bill, that ain't real, she counterfeit
My nigga, I was so close to wifin' it
I ain't brought it in, she's triflin'
All along she was just a bodit bitch
She a slimed bitch, she a grimey bitch
She conniving, she a sloppey bitch
Don't go out like that, she a nat
Fall back Black, she a nat
Don't go out like that, she a nat