Lyrical Breakdown of The Corner - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "The Corner" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Talib Kweli weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "The Corner" 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 Talib Kweli 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 Talib Kweli's narrative.
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The corner, the corner
Will you learn earn it, will you make it term it
So place in your mind where your darkest stores is I
Is where I shout and some get elevated
That was just a dream
The corner, the corner
That was just a dream
Man it works it like dogs
I time swag it the copses
Corner the market like cooperate from my corner office
Smile got a lungs, black is the smokers tryin to pass to the soaking
Hit in the back of the dough with the fofin
Put Olympics with niggas is passin the torches
To every hand in the ghetto we answer the greatle
We trapped in the force, we ran from captains of boat chips
To the corners with the ragging approaches
Now we crime with spectacular focus chock us,
In the corner of the club making the models nervous
Any nigga tryin to front them in some bottle surface
We follow verdicts like boo is the follow...
Respect what they say yesterday is fights tomorrow is bird us
I'm hopin to pray that you never forget where you came from
Post it the slaves accept their lives post to be hand from
Nightmare get the shy line the road with the same gun
That was just a dream, that's me in the corner
That's me in the spot,
Life fuck a cop don't say I ain't warned you
Tryin to keep up the weed
And I don't know if you can do it,
Oh no I said too much, that was just a dream
I've been said enough,
That was just a dream, that's me in the corner
Woke up this morning life fuck all of my aponeys
Grab my strapped jump up in my hooked
Hit the block and hit some donuts
All hangin out the window middle fingers to the police
Shining diamonds got them blinded by reflections of this roll it
I remember I was broke a shit
They didn't know me then, niggas hands out
Always on that homie shit
Sometimes I get paranoid like when I was holing bricks
Everyone is a suspect, be careful who you rolling with
For that blow guns blow like pumpets
Home invasions get your ticket free lunches
Reminiscent on remi that's the remedy roof over my head
You've seen how they did Kenedy
Life is a traffic jam tryin to get by
... time to get high no why because
That was just a dream, that was just a dream
That's me in the corner
That's me in the spot light losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no I've said too much
I haven't said enough
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try
But that was just a dream, try, cry, why, try
That was just a dream, just a dream, just a dream
Dream