Lyrical Breakdown of Brick After Brick - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Brick After Brick" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Fabolous weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Brick After Brick" 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 Fabolous 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 Fabolous's narrative.
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Damn, right
Ayo ('So, woo)
Ayo (West)
We started off with the vase on, it's all black
Laying in the bushes, had to wait for him
Triple beam scales look swell, we had eights on him
Undercover Valentino with the space on it (brrt)
Who them dope dealers in them four-door GTs?
Break off the roof with the AR-15 (boom)
Fifty shots later I was feelin' much greater
Bodies droppin', this shit was like a lay up (ah)
You ain't never sold double ups until you came up (Jesus)
Gianni plates, seven grams on the razor (woo)
Free Sly, they gave my nigga life in the wake up
Kiss machine gun in his casket, pray he wake up
You ain't never piss Ace on a wake up (no)
Ayo, a hunnid K, all drug money
Out at Art Basel
Took the ski mask off so you know who shot you
Everything designer, all Vuitton making body bags
Twin Pagani's fast
See this Armani suitcase look like karate class
Brick after brick, brick after brick (woo)
Brick after brick, brick after brick (woo)
Brick after brick, brick after brick (woo)
Brick after brick, brick after brick (woo)
Brick after brick, brick after brick (woo)
Brick after brick, brick after brick (woo)
Brick after brick, brick after brick (woo)
Brick after brick, brick after brick
Ayo, I built this shit brick by brick, lick by lick (that's a fact)
Run it like Jesse Owens but my kicks by Rick
I multiplied it, now the G Wagon a six by six (yeah)
Shooters come with two of 'em, treat the sticks like Twix (yeah)
I'm good with numbers, I just met a chick five-six (Jesus)
And showed her how to stand tall, like a six-five chick (woo)
They wonder where I lay my head and stick my dick
It's not yo' cheese, don't worry how I dip my chip (damn)
I'm in the Maybach sipping Veuve, let me sip my rich
While I lay back watching movies, like my whip's I pick
I dreamed about this as a juvie, and now this my shit
I whipped it up just like a smoothie, yeah, I wrist my shit (damn)
Switch that shit, when I shoot I swish that shit (swish)
For the cheddar I'm a monster, I will swiss that shit (woo)
With a mozzarella stick, I know this watch is hella sick (ooh)
They threw diamonds up in it, like a Roc-A-Fella pic' (bitch)
Brick after brick, brick after brick (woo)
Brick after brick, brick after brick (woo)
Brick after brick, brick after brick (woo)
Brick after brick, brick after brick (woo)
Brick after brick, brick after brick (woo)
Brick after brick, brick after brick (woo)
Brick after brick, brick after brick (woo)
Brick after brick, brick after brick