Lyrical Breakdown of Too Real - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Too Real" 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 "Too Real" 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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(Uh-huh) yo
Eyo, it's the Ill Na Na baby!
Brooklyn, let's get it in
I've been a star since a virgin in highschool (uh-huh)
Since the age of 14 I've been a rap bitch version of Mike
And I don't know how to trust, the church or the rifle (uh-huh)
God or the devil, the burner or the Bible (uh-huh)
Got a black cloud on me, I've been cursed by my right ones
I'm back bitches, the return of ya Idol (uh-huh)
F-to-the-O-X, B-double-O
Black hand keep them Lambos and them black Impalas (oh-oh)
I wreck the style homie, ain't a bitch chilla
I fucks with gangstas baby, like prince Miller
And when they locked Tuquan, I felt the East split up
He and his Feds, but he left his legacy in killa
I keep my killers on that Brooklyn shit (uh-huh)
Fox ripped the world like the Brooklyn Bridge
I'm back now, Brooklyn ain't never looked this big
I hold it down while y'all lookin' for Big
Next blakka Miss
I'm in my own fuckin' world, I speak how I feel
Sometimes I feel like I'm just too fuckin' real
Foxy Brown uh, what the deal is?
They ain' got a clue what we about to do
I'm in my own fuckin' world, I speak how I feel
Sometimes I feel like I'm just too fuckin' real (FB)
Foxy Brown uh, what the deal is? (You know what it is)
They ain' got a clue what we about to do (AZ of course)
What up boogz? You know I would if I could
Bring the hood on the V.I., my man from C.I
Said his ball was in the mess hall witch you at jail time
I'm lookin' like you was right at your crib in Alpine
No signs of a warrior's face
I know you sprayed if your peer wasn't so soft while he helped you escape (uh-huh, haha)
But on the real, we never got a chance to build
With all the bullshit somebody should've told you to kill
To the steel, so many rappers lost they mind
Like 25 to life never forced they mind
Your moms cryin', we spoke, I almost choked
Was there the same day to brought yo ass up in the post
It's getting close, see you soon, sometime in June
Utilize the red goons for yo mind to bloom (uh-huh)
A flesh wound always heal, but death that's it
I'ma go now, but let that sit
I'm in my own fuckin' world, I speak how I feel
Sometimes I feel like I'm just too fuckin' real
Foxy Brown uh, what the deal is?
They ain' got a clue what we about to do
I'm in my own fuckin' world, I speak how I feel
Sometimes I feel like I'm just too fuckin' real
Foxy Brown uh, what the deal is?
They ain' got a clue what we about to do
I'm in my own fuckin' world, I speak how I feel
Sometimes I feel like I'm just too fuckin' real
Foxy Brown uh, what the deal is?
They ain' got a clue what we about to do
I'm in my own fuckin' world, I speak how I feel
Sometimes I feel like I'm just too fuckin' real
Foxy Brown uh, what the deal is?
They ain' got a clue what we about to do