Lyrical Breakdown of Bruddanem - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how JID weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Bruddanem" 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 JID employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Mm, mm Mm, mm, mm, mm If you my nigga, you my nigga then Twin, thick or thin I was a kid when my brother went in Now he lil' brother to man Kinda like Pac in Above the Rim Couple M's, cut a check, cut the film I got the Glock for my bruddanem I spin the block for my bruddanem I did a lot for my bruddanem You better watch for my bruddanem You gotta watch my bros I'm finna cop for my bruddanem You call the cops on my bruddanem You don't know, partner, them strugglin' That shit ain't nothin' 'bout nothin' And if my brother say, "Let's slide," well then, my sister slidin' too It ain't no slippin' on this side, I got my grip and found my groove And if they blitzin' on the squad, I swear to God it's bad for you When there's nothin' else they thought I would do My brothers ride through My brothers ride through (yeah, uh) My brothers ride through Uh, look, uh (shit) This for my brother, my hitter, my slugger My nigga, my jigga, my killer, my dog Here for the women, the women my niggas Most of them really be realer than y'all When I was little, remember we literally can't forget all the shit that we saw JaJa hit a nigga right in the jaw We ain't jumpin', we just lettin' 'em roll Every summer it was somebody dead and somebody scared, so nobody saw Buddy in jail and somebody called Collectin' the bail is somebody boss Laid off, hm, stay in the bed Hell nah, what the fuck you done did? All that stressin' takin' care of the kids (Give us somethin' that can take off the edge) From the minute I got in trouble Got a whippin' for nothin', that's somethin' my brother did I never snitch, I never done no sucker shit 'Cause he'll hush for me if it was him He'll bust for me if it was him So you know it's all toes ten When it come to my bruddanem I'll whirlwind, spin your block again (I got the Glock for my bruddanem) I spin the block for my bruddanem I did a lot for my bruddanem You better watch for my bruddanem You gotta watch my bros I'm finna cop for my bruddanem You call the cops on my bruddanem You don't know, partner, them strugglin' That shit ain't nothin' 'bout nothin' And if my brother say, "Let's slide," well then, my sister slidin' too It ain't no slippin' on this side, I got my grip and found my groove And if they blitzin' on the squad, I swear to God it's bad for you When there's nothin' else they thought I would do My brothers ride- Ten millimeter, it's different, my brother had gave me one of his switches My uncle be bitchin', they told me he snitchin' So when I grew up, I was blessed in my distance (oh, oh) We slept by the window, bein' hungry a issue Power knocked out, slept close to a window My brother, my brother, sayin', "Mama, this real" What I be sayin', this shit is official I get rich, you get rich, I got rich, you rich now Fucked the opps up so bad, they tryna establish a sit-down But he can't sit, brrah, buddy got hit, brraow Trench baby, street nigga, real niggas, real killers, gravediggers Gang, gang, foenem block, all that shit really gang members Fake Percs, he don't got no more He said they feel like real painkillers My brother a shooter, my brother a killer Fuck politics, I'm with the same niggas My brother gon' slide, but two of my brothers had died Them was my main niggas, oh, oh These niggas, street niggas, type to never leave niggas Roll somethin', hold somethin', anything to disappear, nigga Neck-deep in this water, neck glistenin' to be seen, nigga I see you, I love you, do you feel it? We're still here, nigga God gave us a war And this sword can't be near niggas You reach for it, you reach for him You reach for these dreams, nigga Two wraps on this durag Two straps when we're out for dinner Take care of your skin, take care of your liver I won't let them in, I won't let you wither I won't let you