Lyrical Breakdown of Brother, Brother - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Mmhmm Right, right What do we have here? This a collaboration Of the Big Daddy Kane And the Little Daddy Shane We're gonna send this out to All the brothers, and sisters around the universe This a tune A tune about unity And peace amongst each other And we're gonna have some fun, peep this The B to the I to the G To the D to the A to the D to the D to the Y To the K to the A to the N to the E The smooth operator's in the place to be The L to the I to the L To the D to the A to the D to the D to the Y To the S to the H to the A-N-E The Little Daddy Shane for the world to see Ricky-ticky-tempo, no surrembo Italian men, call their girls a bimbo Puerto Rican men call their girls muchacha Ask me how I know, cause I'm a girl watcher Now I must admit I'm a sensitive guy 'Cause I cried on Cooley High when Cochise died But then again at times I may be a mean fellow 'Cause I didn't give a damn about the dog Old Yeller But I love my brother (and I love him back) I wish people of the world could be like that So shake, shake ya'll (shake ya'll) Shake ya'll (shake ya'll) And bust a move we make ya'll! Brother, brother Help each other Brother, brother Help each other I'm not Don Pardo, or Guy Lombardo I love Lucy but I'm not Ricky Ricardo I'm just a Teen Titan, that doesn't mean fightin' Against any sucker MC that's seen bitin' I been through different world's, gave them all a try Kadeem is my man but Jasmine's not my guy I wonder if the Kane ever dawns on Lewis It's a sin to be bad but somebody's gotta do it Ashes to ashes and dust to dust (uh-huh) I can make a nun feel the need for lust (true) I can make a new car start to rust (uh-huh) And outrun the dog on the Greyhound bus For an MC to try to battle me freestylin' His mind must be somewhere in Fantasy Island But I guarantee that by the time I'm through I make him feel about the size of the midget tattoo 'Cause I love my brother (and I love him back) And more people of the world should be like that So swing, swing ya'll (swing ya'll) Swing ya'll (swing ya'll) Check out how we do our thing ya'll! Brother, brother Help each other Brother, brother Help each other Rhymes that I write generate much juice Not like Dr. Seuss or even mother goose They said I was a child but then I hit 'em hard Yeah it's good to send a boy to do a man's job Well I'm the Biggest Daddy of the Mack's and dons I keep a fleet of women, probably one of them's your moms A voice so choice that my lips should be bronze You got ta give me thumbs up just like the Fonz Well I'm a new jack from the new school, too cool But some of the times I got bizarre (word?) And grab the microphone and catch a spell from Melle Mel And start to yell BrrrrrAHHH! While I'm up on stage I feel that it's my duty To do somethin' fly, to make you shake your booty Because I add the flavor just like an onion The type of guy that grows on ya, just like a Bunyan But I love you Shane (and I love you Kane) That's somethin' that the whole world needs to gain So love, love ya'll (love ya'll) Love ya'll (love ya'll) Just a little bit of love ya'll! Peace!