Lyrical Breakdown of Change Up - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Same ol', uh Same ol', uh, look I go by the name Wale Folarin aka Ralph I'm still over there, ah The same old nigga since day one Sharp as a ginzu though my tennis shoes Ray Guns Raise up your glass, puff and pass for they hating ass W's on my mind, peep what I'm getting at Attire proper, Bryce Harper though slightly darker From where the drivers forgotten, you get blocka for parkas Ronald's was poppin, they be wildin' for posites Shorty from Wahler Place say Wale don't stop up your progress It's not a problem, little mama, I keep part of me polished I get inside her head and promptly get Kylie Minoguing Slick mouth nigga, legendary with lyrics And never let up, keep one leg up, nigga Kerry Kittles It's very simple, I'm in it so now you never winning And I'm up about 50 effortlessly, nigga, check the ticker Fuck a nigga, hate a hater, that's just how I'm living And I'm playin' ball with a chess board, nigga, Bobby Fischer And it's hard to be focused going around all these women I tell her I'm much deeper, that don't mean I'm much different More like the writing, Iceberg Slim with better diction She let me hit her in the gut, feel it like premonitions Woo! You know I'm feeling myself Tell these niggas Folarin back on my way to that belt By the way of the beltway, where they hatin' too much When niggas dirty, thirsty, hungry they subjects to lunch Right? But at least we see that's the problem being not on I aspire for well-off, y'all aspire for well-known Not no LeBron, but I'm cool with being Jamal Cross, somebody falling, don't keep reaching, let me just ball Just bored with these groupies, been tired of these niggas They ain't seeing me stunting, like a tint-job on a Bentley Your annual is my rent fee, been playing it cool, don't tempt me Fuck that, but nah, I take 'em out to lunch, I'm a cannibal to these emcees Ever so gluttonous, miss me with that sucker shit Tatted out with angels Since I pray I don't get caught up in this game, nigga Not a chance, nigga About a dollar so they hollering I changed, nigga Same lyrics, just the stage different Sneakerman Daniel san, we still crane kick 'em Tell the haters better raincheck me One call to clean them up, still hang with made niggas Wale though Keep that shit rolling Now the switch up mayne It's 'bout to be Wale Season in a minute, ha-ha-ha If y'all niggas only knew, uh (Same ol' nigga) (Same ol' nigga) (Same ol' nigga) (Same ol' nigga) (Same ol' nigga)