Lyrical Breakdown of Break Dancin - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Gucci Mane weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Break Dancin" 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 Gucci Mane 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 Gucci Mane's narrative.

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[Featuring: Young Thug] [Intro: Gucci Mane] I woke up a legend I went to sleep a legend I just signed legend [Hook: Gucci Mane] Break dancin, break dancin, break dancin Break dancin, break dancin, break dancin Put the nine piece off a brick and make it break dance Chopper got you spinnin' on your head like you break dancin' Pistol in the club will be I don't wanna break that, Let's mack-11 I'm a make a nigga screw, like you shake that [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] My favorite weapon mack-eleven, black and red pantent leather Was so broke in 97, pray a brick would come from heaven crib Nigga used to laugh when I walk from both the Christian 'Cause who's laughing last I just pull up in the 9-11 Money don't make me clothes don't make me still a lot of people ain't heard of me, They use just know me locally, now they know me globally Atlanta over local apartment, just came back from overseas If I can do it, you can do it, You started with more of me, Mama can't really do much for me, So broke used to eat lunch for free Best of so many people, that my brother won't even blind to me Lord I hope that he forgive but fuck that nigga that's history, Yeah for nigga I stole your bomb Hope that is your mystery And if is all about the time, you're my type this cost 80 Gs, Get a lick for 80 P, budget on your... [Hook] [Verse 2: Young Thug] 1017 fuck them bands, we go underbase, Got a rife with my dog like a hunter be Red bottom and despite, I'm a punter She wanna suck all of these sneakers she got hunger, Fuck the horses on my motherfucking tires [?] put that on a Everybody with me ink, we got fiber In the kitchen rapping rapping like a cypher, Told you one too many time we got dime, it's my prime time Round we king slime, that's my slime, [?] we go behind We gonna drop a dime on that line, He's a Busta line Rhymes, never commit a crime or did no time [Hook]