Lyrical Breakdown of Brush Em - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Brush Em" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Pop Smoke weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Brush Em" 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 Pop Smoke 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 Pop Smoke's narrative.
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Brokie, brokie
Nine shots in the Ruger
I step on court they like, "Watch the shooter"
Look, big 092MLBOA
Gq, you got a gun, nigga, gun, nigga? Me too
Brodie gon' what? Brodie gon' back out, brodie gon' brush 'em
Look, brodie gon', brodie gon', rrr
Dig in that Louis bag, Louis bag
Nigga, dig in that bag, duffle
Brodie gon' back out, cut 'em
Brodie gon', woo, I bet Moe gon' shoot
Said I'm big 092, know that I'm Woo
Don't come to my block, we gon' give 'em the boot
I keep me a Glock, shoot out the roof
Two .38's, three .22's
Big NBA, we did it first
Watch what you say, you could get hurt
Fuck all my opps, they get it worst
My bitch got the chop, shit in the purse
Pull up on Rex, don't even trip
If I call Stretch, empty the clip
Those not my opps, free Thano Brim
The fuck is Zanotti? Nigga a snitch
Don't get put on a shirt, watch niggas lurk
I keep a Glock, when I'm in church
Spin through your block, step on the clutch
Hit that boy up, then I reverse
Brodie got locked for the choppa
I lost four of my straps, gotta go get a fifth one
I be fuckin on opp bitches
Kick 'em and pass 'em to Pop, it's too many to pick from
Uh, say that, I'll call a Ape with a Maybach
I'm 823, I get straight cash
If you got that work, I'ma take that
We pull up to houses and baby showers
Woo from the Floss, we don't play with ours
You won't ever catch me broad day without it
GDK and I don't even play about it
Uh, uh, Day-Day
Have you screamin' through mega like, "Mayday"
Who the fuck are you talkin' to crazy?
If you don't want no beef, nigga, pay me
The fuck is these niggas gon' get back
Empty the clip, they shit wacked
Take all the breesh, I got big packs
Shoot through the V, make 'em sit back
Uh, rumble
Step on the field watch 'em crumble
I'm so drip like I stepped in a puddle
I back out and hit you and your uncle
Window down, let the semi spit
.40 Glock with a fifty clip
Get the addy then I get 'em hit
Had to shoot a nigga for a mixy bitch
Uh, Treesha, shorty wan' suck on my nina
I pull up like Ace in a finas
I leave her shit wet, Aquafina
And I got that pussy on Fiji
If you got a gun, come and meet me
Breesh spendin', pull up in like three V's
Opp treesha, she dyin' to eat me
I don't talk to niggas, I don't play with niggas
Got a bad bitch that'll tase a nigga
Stone Cold, blue flag, 09 to the A, nigga, Woo back
Uh, the fuck wrong with dem pussy boy dem, ehn?
Dem talk 'bout bumboclaat Rah Swish and Pop Smoke,
Uh, ah what dem mean? Uh
Tell dem pussy deh, "Go suck yuh mada!" (Go suck, go suck yuh mada!)