Lyrical Breakdown of Monopoly - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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[Verse 1] The Hybrid smoking on papaya That give you niggas bronchitis, what you write is all vagina What I write is Wall of China Nigga that's great like 8ths of grape ape stuffed in my suitcase Ready to hit the studio and shit all on your mixtape Naw, literally, shit all on your mixtape Wipe with the credits, leave stains on the jewel case In just two takes then the booth is souffled You're hiding something like a toupee Truthfully my friend, touche You gon' get exposed like and up and coming model And to me your label seems like one of them pageant mommas So guess who's the lil bitch? That's you You must suck a lot of dick, that's true I misuse with issues and pistols Mind racing like bristol heart on igloos My nigga you ain't been what I been through And if so you'd take a pencil to your temple Cause I done served fiends on they menstrual Ain't even have pads stuffed they panties with tissue And still hit the ave cause they mouth ain't bleeding And your style is like fried chicken without seasoning Nigga that's bland fuck you and ya mans Smack you like bitch nigga, that's openhand Fuck you and your tough talk When I monopolize I'm a throw yo ass off the boardwark Fag you ain't play sports but he stay at the ball park Type of nigga you see rocking Crocs at the fucking walmart Drunk like Stallworth, riding in a fiend car Get flicked guess what? I'm running from this fiend car I know a nigga dirty and got a hammer But Kush got me high like Pac's bandanna [Verse 2] I'm a smart nigga that do dumb shit In ya baby momma crib not flushing after I piss I'm Ferris Bueller with Frank Muellers, you blank shooters On stank hooters, I'm in aruba sippin wine coolers Mind ruler flow sort of like hypnotism That's why all these white bitches wanna get with 'em I smack me up flip em like Mik Bivens But to me your flows like Ronny Devoe's My hoes got toes in expensive high heels Your hoes toes is fucked in beauty supply sandals Handle any situation I smoke blunts to the face to stay motivated Irratated when I'm not sedated I fuck her face like I was obligated And still fucking with them freak hoes Stank pussy smelling like Cooler Ranch Doritoes