Lyrical Breakdown of FIGHT - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "FIGHT" 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 "FIGHT" 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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My male role models, drug dealers and thugs My father learned how to solve problems with guns And when I grew up I learned what racism was And what teachin' it does, and like my teachers would say "Little black boys have a place in the world Like hangin' from trees" Or dead in the street, like I seen on TV All them boys they killed, they looked just like me Not like Brandon or Chandler, but Malik and Kareem I was born with a target, and it stuck to my skin And I learned in social studies, I was one of them men Who were locked in the chains, but not locked in the pen But I'm bigger than that, I'm the beginnin' and end I'm the sun and the moon I'm the light and the dark, I am life in the tomb I'm the pharaoh and slave, gentrifyin' my spirit It's like a knife in the womb, refuse to act like a parrot Or to dance like a monkey, see your stance is apparent That's why I'm here for the money, don't care to cater to Mary Y'all fetishizin' my spirit, I see your culture's dependent On what you didn't inherit, won't let my world be attempted I'm stayin' distant Who gonna be the reason why I get high? Who gonna be the reason why I turn over? Who gonna be the gunner that I don't trust? Who gonna be the gunner that get they ass whooped? Who gonna be the reason why I get high? Who gonna be the reason why I turn over? Who gonna be the gunner that I don't trust? Who gonna be the gunner that get they ass whooped? Who gonna be the reason why I get high? (Bloodsucka!) Who gonna be the reason why I turn over? (Bloodsucka!) Who gonna be the gunner that I don't trust? (Bloodsucka!) Who gonna be the gunner that get they ass whooped? (Bloodsucka!) Who gonna be the reason why I get high? (Bloodsucka!) Who gonna be the reason why I turn over? (Bloodsucka!) Who gonna be the gunner that I don't trust? (Bloodsucka!) Who gonna be the gunner that get they ass whooped? (Bloodsucka!) Bum, bum, beat 'em, I would never wanna be 'em If I catch 'em slippin', they gon' have to meet the eagle Bum, bum, beat 'em, treat these niggas how I see 'em I don't need you either, send you right back where I seen ya Bum, bum, beat 'em, I would never wanna be 'em If I catch 'em slippin', they gon' have to meet the eagle Bum, bum, beat 'em, treat these niggas how I see 'em I don't need you either, send you right back where I seen ya In the game, in the game, in the game, in the game (bloodsucka!) In the game, in the game, in the game, in the game (bloodsucka!) Running thangs, running, run, Running, run, running thangs (bloodsucka!) Running thangs, running, run, running, run, running thangs In the game, in the game, in the game, in the, in the In the game, in the game, in the game, running thangs Running thangs, running, run, running, run, running, run Running thangs, running, run, running, run, running thangs