Lyrical Breakdown of Brass Monkey - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Brass Monkey That funky Monkey Brass Monkey junkie That funky Monkey Brass Got this dance that's more than real Drink Brass Monkey, here's how you feel You put your left leg down, your right leg up Tilt your head back, let's finish the cup MCA with the bottle, D rocks the can Ad-Rock gets nice with Charlie Chan We're offered Moët, we don't mind Chivas Wherever we go, we bring the Monkey with us Ad-Rock drinks three, Mike D is D Double R foots the bill most definitely I drink Brass Monkey, and I rock well I got a castle in Brooklyn, that's where I dwell Brass Monkey That funky Monkey Brass Monkey junkie That funky Monkey Brass 'Cause I drink it anytime and any place When it's time to get ill, I pour it on my face Monkey tastes Def when you pour it on ice Come on, y'all, it's time to get nice Coolin' by the lockers, getting kind of funky Me and the crew, we're drinking Brass Monkey This girl walked by, she gave me the eye I reached in the locker, grabbed the Spanish Fly I put it in the Monkey, mixed it in a cup Went over to the girl, "Yo baby, what's up?" I offered her a sip, the girl, she gave me lip It did begin, the stuff wore in, and now she's on my tip Brass Monkey That funky Monkey Brass Monkey junkie That funky Monkey Brass Step up to the bar, put the girl down She takes a big gulp and slaps it around You take a sip, you can do it, you get right to it We had a case in the place, and we went right through it You got a dry martini, you thinking you're cool I'll take your place at the bar, I smack you off your stool I'll down a .40 dog in a single gulp And if you got beef, you'll get beat to a pulp Monkey and parties and reelin' and rockin' Def-def girls-girls, all y'all jockin' The song and dance keeping you in a trance If you don't buy my record, I got my advance I drink it, I think it, I see it, I be it I love Brass Monkey but I don't give D it We got the bottle, you got the cup Come on, everybody, let's get fff— Brass Monkey That funky Monkey Brass Monkey junkie That funky Monkey Brass Monkey That funky Monkey Brass Monkey junkie That funky Monkey Brass Monkey