Lyrical Breakdown of Great Granddad - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Great Granddad" 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 "Great Granddad" 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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Yeah, bro I'm here, bitch rolling out nigga
Kush got a nigga brain doing somersaults
Yesterday, clothes on smelling like a boss
Dick up in her mouth so she can't talk
Pop a pill and fuck a bitch 'til she can't walk (yeah)
Now I'm standing in the shower bumping drum and bass (bass)
Stepped out put some Noxzema on my face
Hit a blunt twice and sped up my heart (heart)
Nigga my loft looking like a fucking skate park
But the only thing I'm griding is the boss nigga (nigga)
Going nuts in the D, coast nigga (nigga)
And that's a K not a C (C)
Nigga, Brown chief like Kansas City (yeah)
American Apparel Jockey Briefs (uh)
Staring in the window thinking "Ha, I run the city!" (I run it)
Renaissance like a sculpture in my backyard (yeah)
Same nigga used to get F's on his report card
And I put that on great granddaddy's soul (soul)
Told me I'mma fuck bitches and always have hoes
So let me call another bitch up
A nigga tryna get his dick suck
Make my toes curl up when you licking my nuts
So when I call bitch, you better pick up
So let me call another bitch up
A nigga tryna get his dick sucked
Nah, what you think this is
I ain't paying for your cab bitch you ain't getting shit
Nah, but a mouth full of kids
Told the bitch take the bus, guess what, she did it
Blew a nigga down like the wolf did the straw house
'Til I huffed and puffed and shot it in her mouth
Now I got the skinnies sagging with the dirty chucks (blaq)
Thrift store tee cost a nigga four bucks (keep running)
Now hipster bitches bomb a nigga like Pearl Harbor
Swear to God, I treat a hoe like I ain't got a daughter
Might as well do the same to my baby momma
While all my new hoes look like Jane Fonda
Bump techno and drive little-ass Honda
Give me brain and they say they learnt from they momma
Say she bi and make out with her best friend (friend)
Love it to death, but she ain't lesbian
And I put that on great granddaddy's soul (soul)
Told me I'mma fuck bitches and always have hoes
So let me call another bitch up
A nigga tryna get his dick suck
Make my toes curl up when you licking my nuts
So when I call bitch, you better pick up (up)
So let me call another bitch up
A nigga tryna get his dick sucked