Lyrical Breakdown of Sharp - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Sharp" 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 "Sharp" 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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[Intro - Wale talking] K.B. what up? Jonas what up? Haha. Check it. Uh [Chorus - Wale] And it weighs a ton Dub A.L.E., such a son of a gun And I master every trade under the sun Talk sharp like a razor blade under the tongue, nigga And it weighs a ton Dub A.L.E., such a son of a gun And I master every trade under the sun Talk sharp like a razor blade Ha, uh [Verse 1 - Wale] It's nothin' like where I come from That's why I shed light on the darker I come form Nigeria inspired to talk drum The soul proprietor on the globe from our sun I own it Now everybody on it My mind's so bright when that when I go in you can't notice it no mo' So if I talk down to a man Not only do I enlighten but I provide a tan Hoppin' out a van Braggin' because I am Draped in green and red like flag of Sudan While you pretend, and you niggas so pretentious I love a Tracey Ross but I don't keep a girlfriend, look Warm is a pen from the hand from the head That whatever it creates it will land in the hand In the pack of the group They lack what I do You would think that I had a match for a tooth And I snap like Bob Backland in the booth To bad bitches I'm about as bashful as Luke I Freaknik's and the Swishers Two dyke bitches while I'm filmin' them picnic, yum The District's son Prodigal, the Prodigy That's Mobb Deep and that is no pun Do Straight bad bitches I run, through I put out when I'm cummin' I love to be redundant So I'm hopin' that your period is punc-tual On time One rhyme Wale Folarin huh Holler at me [Chorus - Wale] And it weighs a ton Dub A.L.E., such a son of a gun And I master every trade under the sun Talk sharp like a razor blade under the tongue, nigga And it weighs a ton Dub A.L.E., such a son of a gun And I master every trade under the sun Talk sharp like a razor blade Ha [Verse 2 - Torae] The bars razor blade sharp and no Cold, Antarctic flow, rap nigga, you want to know See my name on a flier then you ought to go My arsenal, makes for an awesome show And the discography, somethin' you got to see It's like I snatched names off of classic LP's I guess I sort of did and I call it Daily Conversation, abbreviation I made it D.C. The home of Wale, formerly home of me I did a little stint, shout out to the south east And slid back north of course to pen more Awesome thoughts, record and forward to y'all Underrated so I over charge Bars is over y'all They hot now, when Tor' drop it's over for 'em I'm light years ahead of you right tiers So the homie Wale can leave the hook right Jeah [Chorus - Wale] And it weighs a ton Dub A.L.E., such a son of a gun And I master every trade under the sun Talk sharp like a razor blade under the tongue, nigga And it weighs a ton Dub A.L.E., such a son of a gun And I master every trade under the sun Talk sharp like a razor blade Ha, uh [Chorus 2 - Kingpin Slim] And it weighs a ton My name's Kingpin Slim and I'ma son of a gun And I master every trade under the sun Talk sharp like a razor blade Ha [Verse 3 - Kingpin Slim] I'm important to the impostors Boppers They impressed with my pimp posture Team shine hard, you'll squint at the roster Fuck around you gon' need a stint at the doctors Clown be careful Fuck boys you should fearful We tote toast like we careful Cheers I flash smiles at the mean looks Got a little too much confidence and seem shook Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took I got a fetish for fresh, I'm a clean crook And I don't need a coupon when I cop a Coupe Cause I'm a baller all y'all niggas do is lock the hoop You're sayin' that's your girl She's a prostitute I treat Arnette like a net when I stop and shoot Swish Even if I miss she gon' rebound Homie, got the industry watchin' DMV now I know they gon' see me unless they senile I pray I stay up out the grave and the penile Meanwhile I'm convertible coastin' I ain't play no more I converted to coachin' And I rarely get credit so I keep cash with me Cocaine is a hell of drug, ask Whitney Yeah, this is creativity on Creatine D.C. about to blow, we know cause we the guillotine [Chorus - Wale] And it weighs a ton Dub A.L.E., such a son of a gun And I master every trade under the sun Talk sharp like a razor blade under the tongue, nigga And it weighs a ton Dub A.L.E., such a son of a gun And I master every trade under the sun Talk sharp like a razor blade