Lyrical Breakdown of Brick Fair (feat. Future) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Brick Fair (feat. Future)" 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 "Brick Fair (feat. Future)" 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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Ever since I got a brick fair
I never look back there
If you ain't from the Zone 6
Shawty don't go there
I'mma die a bachelor
Girlfriend I don't want none
I already smashed her
So don't even go there
Bitch I got a brick fair
Say them boys don't play fair
I'm from the East Atlanta Zone 6
And the kid got rich there
Hell yeah we got bells there
And you know we got bricks there
If the police pull me over
I'll probably get the damn chair
First one off the bench nigga
You can call me the 6 man
Lot of squares in my living room
AKA I'm the brickman
And I hope that you a snitch player
So we can throw you in a ditch player
The way I wrestle with the work nigga
People call me Rick Flair
[Hook]
Dirty ass folk, dirty ass pistols
My lil goon in the hood & he just wait for me to hit him
Do you got a body for me beggin' on the line
And when I do, what would you do or not?
Hit em in the head, I had an extra five
Pushin weight like I'm doing exercise
Moving up the hill and shit
And I got them pills and pies
I go Pauly Costellano,I'm a mafia santano
I got accepted to the MOB now I think I'm Tony Soprano
Without the t.v, you wanna be if you see me
Just 8-1 FBG, we hit hunnids on our PT
Keep water on like FiJi
I make real movies in HD
Imma astronaut my real life
I promise you can't see me