Lyrical Breakdown of Big Brother - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Kanye West weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Big Brother" 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 Kanye West 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 Kanye West's narrative.

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Stadium status Uh My big brother was B.I.G.'s brother Used to be Dame and Biggs' brother Who was Hip Hop brother, who was No I.D. friend No I.D. my mentor, now let the story begin It's the Hard Knock Life Tour, sellout Picture us in the mall coppin' Iceberg and yell out "Jigga" (Jigga) Yeah, that's what we'll yell out, yell out You know the name, do I gotta spell out, or tell 'bout? J-A-Y, and 'Ye so shy Now he won't even step to his idol to say "Hi" Standing there like a mime and let the chance pass by Back of my mind, "He could change yo' life Wit' all these beats I did, at least let him hear At least you can brag to your friends back at the gig" But he got me out my mama crib Then he help me get my mama a crib Big brother was B.I.G.'s brother Used to be Dame and Biggs' brother Who was Hip Hop brother, who was No I.D. friend No I.D. my mentor, now let the story begin (begin) Let the story begin (let the story begin) If you feel the way I feel, why don't you wave your hands? Fresh off the plane, I'm off the Baseline Nothin' handed out, I'm 'bout to take mine 'Round the same time of that Blueprint 1 And these beats in my pocket was that blueprint for him I played my little songs in that old back room He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?" But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out Partyin' S.O.B.'s and we had packed a crowd Big brother got his show up in Madison Square And I'm like, "Yeah, yeah, we gon' be there," but Not only did I not get a chance to spit it Carline told me I could buy two tickets I guess big brother was thinkin' a little different And kept little brother at bay, at a distance But everything that I felt was more bogus Only made me more focused, only wrote more potent Only thing I wanna know is why I get looked over I guess I'll understand when I get more older Big brother saw me at the bottom of the totem Now I'm on the top and everybody on the scrotum My big brother was B.I.G.'s brother Used to be Dame and Biggs' brother Who was Hip Hop brother, who was No I.D. friend No I.D. my mentor, now let the story begin (begin) Let the story begin (begin) If you feel the way I feel, why don't you wave your hands? Have you ever walked in the shadow of a giant? Not only a client, the Presi-dito Hola, Hovito The game gettin' foul, so here's a free throw I was always on the other side of the peephole Then I dropped "Jesus Walks," now I'm on the steeple And we know, New Jack City, gotta keep my brother But to be number one, I'ma beat my brother On that "Diamonds" remix, I swore I spazzed Then my big brother came through and kicked my ass Sibling rivalry, only I could see It was the pride in me, that was drivin' me At the Grammy's I said, "I inspired me" But my big brother who I always tried to be When I kicked the flow, it was like pick-and-roll 'Cause even if he gave me the rock, it's give-and-go I guess Beanie's style was more of a slam dunk And my shit was more like a finger roll But I had them singles though And them hoes at the show gon' mingle, yo, heh, y'all know I told Jay I did a song with Coldplay Next thing I know, he got a song with Coldplay Back of my mind, I'm like, "Damn, no way" Translate, español: "No way, José" Then I went and told Jay Brown Should've known that was gonna come back around Should have talked to you like a man, should've told you first But I told somebody else and that's what made shit worse My big brother was B.I.G.'s brother So here's a few words from your kid brother If you admire somebody, you should go ahead and tell 'em People never get the flowers, while they can still smell 'em A idol in my eyes, god of the game Heart of the City, Roc-a-Fella chain Never be the same, never be another Number one, Young Hov, also my big brother My big brother was B.I.G.'s brother Used to be Dame and Biggs' brother Who was Hip Hop brother, who was No I.D. friend No I.D. my mentor, and that's where the story ends Toomp killed this shit