Lyrical Breakdown of Big Bruddah (Don’t Be Mad) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Big Bruddah (Don’t Be Mad)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Kevin Gates weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Big Bruddah (Don’t Be Mad)" 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 Kevin Gates 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 Kevin Gates's narrative.

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Say, yeah (this beat fire, TBoy, I'm loadin' up) Commission, prolly bring me in front of the board for this one Big brudda gon' be mad (Major League) Puerto Rico, LA There's a lotta them, tell 'em please don't be mad (this beat fire, TBoy) Took what I had, left me for dead as if I had to be finished (whoa) Came back with a Benz, it's cocaine Bentley, emerald cut, platinum, my dentures (bling, blaow) Your diamonds twinkle, if it don't glisten, you did not get it from me (bling, blaow) Top drop, red interior (uh), yellow caliber, Turbo S edition Arch your back, whop that ass, bust it open (bust it open) Flat-footed, lean forward, poke it out and throw it (throw it) Left cheek, right cheek, slowly bend it over (baow) Had a stressful day today, don't wanna focus on it (I don't wanna focus) Babe, you some of that motivation, captivate my focus (captivate) Arch your back, look back at me, get up in there wit' it (I don't know) Left cheek, right cheek, slowly bend it over (baow) Had a stressful day today, don't wanna focus on it (I don't wanna focus) She eat that dick off the bone, that shit real official (too official) Sacrifices I made for niggas'll prolly never get mentioned (hmm) Looks get strained and then complain like we in competition (well, damn) Women be more grateful, I seen gangstas turn to bitches (hmm) I thought as men we hold our own dick when we was pissin' (for real) I play the game like Killer Stone, swear to God, I miss him (wah) Bitch, I feel like Alvin Nelson when I'm in the trenches (ooh-wee) Rockin' fitteds, hop out solo with my jewelry glistenin' (ooh-wee, baow) Shout out Ox uptown, busy, Booby, black and menacin' (baow) Quiet as kept, they say I'm Emilio, control the district (I'm Emilio) Who want them chickens? Grab a flock, you get a lower ticket (eh) Hit my trap, girl, four words, "Come and get me" (yeah, what up?) Arch your back, whop that ass, bust it open (bust it open) Flat-footed, lean forward, poke it out and throw it (throw it) Left cheek, right cheek, slowly bend it over (baow) Had a stressful day today, don't wanna focus on it (I don't wanna focus) Babe, you some of that motivation, captivate my focus (captivate) Arch your back, look back at me, get up in there wit' it (I don't know) Left cheek, right cheek, slowly bend it over (baow) Had a stressful day today, don't wanna focus on it (I don't wanna focus) Meet me by the shop, the eagle drop in 15 minutes (ooh) Hit my junkie, he pick up, he like, "What up, lil' nigga?" (Mm, yoom, mm) "You by the shop?" He like, "Yeah, I'm just in here chillin'" Open the fence, lift the garage, I'm 'bout to pull up in it (baow, baow) He checked the camera, when I land, he meet me outside wit' it (whazam) Park the Porsche by the 'Lac truck right on side the Bentley (vroom) Jump in the Honda, I be solo when I handle bidness (mm-hmm) Secret rooms, money counters, metal boxes, blenders (mm) Floor safes, beaucoup blickers, quipped with drums and switches (baow) Secret compartments, ten apartments, money to the ceilin' (frrt) Reefer trailers, tractor trailers, back up 18-wheelers (bam, bam) Decent mechanics and logistics for the truckin' bidness (shh) Immigrant construction workers, new construction bidness I just built a house in Texas with a tunnel in it (for real) (Puedo ir a México) from the tunnel entrance You don't speak Spanish? Make it closer, you can comprehend it (comprehend it) I can go to Mexico from the tunnel entrance (yeah) Lil' bitty bitch can't hurt my feelings, I got tunnel vision All that shit I said, big brudda prolly wanna kill me He say I talk too reckless in a song, I'm too descriptive (fuck him) You niggas outdated, still trappin' outta rentals (huh) I'm a general, for real, nigga, get up with me (yeah) Damn near guarantee that every shipment get delivered (I'm him) That's the old way, we don't put 'em in the fender (in the fender, haha) I got the new way and I can get up in there wit' it (in there wit' it) Shh, huh, I can get up in there wit' it (up in there wit' it) Fuck how it turn out, ay, bitch, ay Get in there