Lyrical Breakdown of BERLIN - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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She said, "Baby boy, why you lookin' grimy as shit?" I'll make the wristwatch flood, let diamonds fill my sink If I got colors on my neck, what would my mama think? We got the weapon tucked on us, make these boys extinct Now look-look Trade in that noose they put around us for a Cuban link So my ancestors can see me shinin', tell me what you think? I remember the illusions that they tried to move to me That pollution still ain't stunt my evolution, what you choosin'? No chip on my shoulder, hunnid leagues under the sea (Hoo!) We live life like cheetah, power up like Hummer diesel Golden chain for niece and nephew Pessimistic, I do not hang 'round them boys Metaphysics, need another dimension I can enjoy She said, "Baby boy, why you lookin' grimy as shit?" I'll make the wrist watch flood, let diamonds fill my sink If I got colors on my neck, what would my mama think? We got the weapon tucked on us, make these boys extinct Now look-look "Baby boy, why you lookin' grimy as shit?" I'll make the wrist watch flood, let diamonds fill my sink If I got colors on my neck, what would my mama think? We got the weapon tucked on us, make these boys extinct Now look-look Reportin' for the operation, I learned that the beauty is in the creation I added my detail for decoration, so, baby boy, what's the occasion? You dressed like you 'bout to take over a nation, avoidin' social litigation When that admiration turns into abrasion, y'all can find another station Otherwise, stay tuned, evolution comin' soon Rollin' deeper than a dune, howlin' at the moon, I'll be back in June Told my baby I'd be back in November Did some Beatles shit to kick off this September Crazy 'cause in 2010 I had some old friends That thought I'd be a—[censored], go fuckin' figure If I pull up out the tool Ridin' still up on the roof Seems like only legends do (Check this, hot lookin' babes!) Bitch, and that's the fuckin' move (I feel you, when she said–) She said, "Baby boy, why you lookin' grimy as shit?" I make the wristwatch flood, let diamonds fill my sink If I got colors on my neck, what would my mama think? We got the weapon tucked on us, make these boys extinct Now look-look "Baby boy, why you lookin' grimy as shit?" I make the wristwatch flood, let diamonds fill my sink If I got colors on my neck, what would my mama think? We got the weapon tucked on us, make these boys extinct Now look-look Good riddance, goodbye, out of sight, out of mind Cutthroat every time, this time I get what's mine Where the hell is your back bone? Duckin' me like Whac-A-Mole Lookin' like an inflatable, at a car show; a spectacle Lick my finger, bet I found the wind, I follow that shit wherever it blows You hung yourself, that's not my fault, I just supplied the rope, ugh! Most thoughts I don't think twice, make decisions I'll die by Never asked for the drama, but I'll turn it into dollars Dollars! Dollars! Dollars! (Do you think about me?)