Lyrical Breakdown of 300 Brolic - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "300 Brolic" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Fat Joe weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "300 Brolic" 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 Fat Joe 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 Fat Joe's narrative.

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[From The 300 Movie] This is where we fight This is where they die On the shields boys [Fat Joe talking] Coca. I'm in the greatest shape of my life! 300 Brolic nigga. Who wanna fight? (Who who who who) Who wanna fuck around with the don right now, nigga? (Who who who who who) BX TS nigga squadians Arm up! Just when you thought it was Safe to turn the corner I Had to run up on him like blat! now he's gone Who you think you kidding you I will just get rid of you Leave you in that critical it's Joey crack the don You don't even know me Got hundred homies and bodes With chromies that run up on me Blow your brains on your moms I am a professional I will cut your testicles Stuff em in your mouth where them lil shits belong [Singing]: We want war We love war We need war We want war Just when you thought it was Safe to turn the corner I Had to run up on him like blat! now he's gone Just when you thought it was Safe to turn the corner I Had to run up on him like blat! now he's gone Crack man, crack man Playin with the gat then Hear that? brat ta tat ta tat ta like a song Taurus, raging bull about the size of my arm See the size of the charm make your wife leave your arm That's right, i fight, i done been in brawls I done did some things that made some killers shit they drawers I done be on boats in Columbia sipping raw and I done ripped up plenty of stages with Biggie Smalls Oh shit, wait a minute, I done did it all Poor righteous teacher I'm featured on final call Hustle I'm a Laker man yes yes y'all And Pun already told you that we ready for war Quit playing, hit mayne, blood stains on the wall Shit mayne, his brains, your remains on the floor I am a professional I will cut your testicles Stuff em in your mouth where them lil shits belong [Singing]: We want war We love war We need war We want war Just when you thought it was Safe to turn the corner I Had to run up on him like blat! now he's gone Just when you thought it was Safe to turn the corner I Had to run up on him like blat! now he's gone [Singing]: We want war We love war We need war We want war Just when you thought it was Safe to turn the corner I Had to run up on him like blat! now he's gone Just when you thought it was Safe to turn the corner I Had to run up on him like blat! now he's gone