Lyrical Breakdown of Street Runner - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Street Runner" 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 "Street Runner" 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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[Verse 1:] The nerve of these niggas, they acting like they done already made it Practice make perfect, so perfect'll be my mama's maiden These niggas lame and uneducated and constipated What I lay every statement should be the defecation My denim made by respected Asians, I dress amazing My shirt so crazy I get away with some Sketchers Shape-Ups Such a lie for I couldn't get up out these Nike's Number five Tokyo don't even know the price Bitch, we balling like we ain't harvesting for tomorrow We ain't no gangsters, but we gone mob up before we borrow Gold bottles, flow getting me Aziago With braggodacio like Randy Macho Man out the toro I'm a slim jim, it's designated to your lady Now that Benz friend, I'm sliding in that new Mercedes Or whatever her name is, she just likes to get famous And I bet she see the light, know that's Benjamin Franklin [Hook] [Verse 2:] Look, is this what you predicted? Look what you becoming It's funny privacy limits even though I'm living with comfort How can you really do it? How can you really love it? When women who never loved you is showing you so much of it Real niggas respect me, I ain't switch up my image Real women respect me, they can tell that I listen And little niggas is mad that I'm winning They got opinions, but got no bitches Won't pop a pistol, pop up a midget God bless 'em, my cigar fill with all my stressing Don't own a mirror, but made a million simply reflecting Tell my respecters on Malcom X, I apply the pressure Lucaya closed from a line of row, no lying, go check it And I do this for the coaching And I'm hoping I can motivate and do it big as Oprah Word, real nigga shit, you might gone need some help Hit the scene, guillotine, niggas head off theirselves [Hook]