Lyrical Breakdown of Humble Mumble - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Humble Mumble" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how OutKast weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Humble Mumble" 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 OutKast 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 OutKast's narrative.

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Ah, I stank I can, I stank I can The funky engine that could Ooh-ooh, yosky-wosky, pisky-wisky All aboard the Stankonia Express The underground smell road Everybody's lookin' for an excuse to let loose What's your locomotive, the chatta nigga choo-choo? Humble as a mumble in the jungles Of shouts and screams That's the way the cracker crumbles So I guess I've got to re-route my dreams (uh, yeah) Humble as a mumble in the jungles of shouts and screams That's the way the cracker crumbles (uh, uh, yeah) So I guess I've got to re-route my dreams Back on the microphone, your number one controller I rock the microphone like a blizzard I'm so cold, I'm tryin' to told ya Life is like a great big roller coaster Everything in life don't always happen like it's supposed to Trials and tribulations make you stronger, live longer You wanna reach the nation, nigga, start from ya corner Everything in life don't always happen like you planned it Demand it, over-stand it, then you handle it Fuck wishing, you missing the ambition on your mission Now you switching, why you quitting 'cause it's heated in the kitchen? Sloppy slipping in your pimpin', nigga You either pistol whip the nigga or you choke the trigger You've got to follow through, struggle to complete your dreams "No Weapon Formed Agains Prospers" 54:17 From Isaiah, lay a nigga down and spray 'em If the dealer dealt a fucked up hand of cards you've gotta play 'em Humble as a mumble in the jungle Of shouts and screams That's the way the cracker crumbles So I guess I've got to re-route my dreams Humble as a mumble in the jungle Of shouts and screams That's the way the cracker crumbles So I guess I've got to re-route my dreams (yeah) Too Democratic, Republic, fuck it We chicken nugget, we dip in the sauce like mop and bucket Blue-collar scholars, who'll take your dollar and wipe my ass wit it You livin' for the lotto, never hit it I met a critic, I made her shit her drawers She said she thought hip-hop was only guns and alcohol I said, "Oh hell, nah," but yet it's that too You can't discrimi-hate 'cause you done read a book or two What if I looked at you in a microscope, saw all the dirty organisms Living in your closet would I stop and would I pause it? Woo To put that bitch in slower motion, got the potion and the antidote And a quote for collision the decision is Do you want to live or wanna exist? The game changes everyday, so obsolete is the fist and marches Speeches only reaches those who already know about it This is how we go about it Humble as a mumble in the jungles Of shouts and screams That's the way the cracker crumbles So I guess I've got to re-route my dreams Humble as a mumble in the jungles Of shouts and screams That's the way the cracker crumbles So I guess I've got to re-route my dreams I'm wild just like a rock, a stone, a tree And I'm free, just like the wind, the breeze that blows And I flow, just like a brook, a stream, the rain And I fly, just like a bird up in the sky And I'll surely die, just like a flower plucked And dry and grey, it's thrown away And then one day it turns to clay It blows away, it finds a ray, it finds its way And there it lays until the rain and sun Then I breathe just like the wind the breeze that blows And I grow just like a baby breastfeeding And it's beautiful, that's life and that's life And that's life and that's life Humble as a mumble in the jungles Of shouts and screams That's the way the cracker crumbles So I guess I've got to re-route my dreams Humble as a mumble in the jungles Of shouts and screams That's the way the cracker crumbles So I guess I've got to re-route my dreams Humble as a mumble in the jungles Of shouts and screams That's the way the cracker crumbles So I guess I've gotta re-route my dreams Y'all can't harm me, it's over Shh, hush Shh, hush Shh, hush Shh, hush