Lyrical Breakdown of Open Book - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Gav I just drank a Red Bull baby... Hey I'm a vibe man... Oh yes, oh yes whoo!... Oh my God... (You got it!) Whoo! Ho, ho... Bust that gat if you feel that bull Spit, spit that flow if you feel that cold Who that? If you feel that I beefs that real Then bet ya deal I promise that my words gon kill Pop that, crack that Moe if you feel her flow Blow that, blow that dro let ya eyes hang low Who that? Who that be in the new black Z? F, O, X nigga theres no better than me Fox 5 cocksucker now who better then we? And with Rob Dolla locked still who fuckin wit he? I brings forth the Fev, the negativite, the crisis Ya'll niggas understand why I write this I should be talking to Ophra like the ghetto Jehovah I'm door to door with my flow I talk how I live it What you see is how I get it, I'm ill, I'm sick wit it Fuck ya'll think I'm a gimmick? (Eh!) I'm the best that ever did it More love to Shante' my friend Who was "Fox" back then Ya'll don't underdstand I had J and she had Sham And I rocks chinchilla how she rocked Dapper Dan and Everything I say is a open book When I spit these bars I don't need no hook You see everything I say is a open book And when I spit these bars I don't need no hook (Eh!) Hold that, Hold ya dough, I'm a show you flow Slow that, Slow ya roll I'ma coach you slow Know that critical flow come from the mind of the sick And since they say that I'm seven It's only right that I fit Seven years Through the blood Sweat and tears Almost caught a brain tumor Tried to escape all these rumors When insane for a second When I crashed my Range But that's the price of this fame I must live wit this pain but Why don't you mention my name? Fox is not a mime I don't read between lines and When I write it's a open book When I spit these bars I don't need no hook You see everything I write is a open book And when I spit these bars I don't need no hook but Everything I write is a open book and when I spit these bars I don't need no hook nucca Jhea, I need another Red Bull man I mean these things get me so focus man Yeah, I mean bitches just don't spit like this man I should be compared to niggas I'm one of the five elite Ain't no classifying me man...