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