Lyrical Breakdown of Brick Intentions (Freestyle) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Redman weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Brick Intentions (Freestyle)" 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 Redman employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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(Redman) Bricks is ugly! Roll ya blunts up, with the '89 Bricks is partying, dub drop 80 bombs Gilla House here, we bout to dumb out Hittin' your halfway house to break (?) out It's a lot of gangsters and a lot of freaks That turn any street beef into potted meat From Chilltown, Illtown, to New Brunswick! I bring it back like your day of first tounge kiss Picture looking good, all two of y'all You wanna fuck bitches? Let's get it on! I'm like Marvin Gaye, I'm still starvin' Crash my car where Garden State Mall is Took the jewlery, minx, and the cashmere Roll up in Macy's, smack the cashier I know you like it hot, that's why I keep it hot So how the fuck, could you not want a piece of Doc? (Chorus) We don't give a fuck, cause we just drink and smoke and straight East Coastin' Bitches, shakin', ass in motion, psycho, outlaw, smoker, strokin' Got a cup? Raise it up! Got a blunt? Blaze it up! That's yo chick? What's yo chick? On these nuts! All I really know is that Gilla House is some crazy niggaz We ain't playin', know what I'm sayin'? (Shout out to Dr.Dre!) (Redman) Yo, soon as the club close I'm at the back do' strapped wit' a Haxso, and a Fo' Five My niggaz gassed up, quick to blast up, similar to NASA Got chickens in the Bricks with they ass up Thugs on the block tryin' to get after us What'd you think nigga? I ain't come prepared? With a big bear grip in my underwear Hit 'em up, shoot 'em up, head 'em out Y'all had your turn, Red is up Don't be shy now, we hustle thick at it You know a party ain't a party 'less Bricks at it Get a mic to the Doc and I'll get it crackin' Y'all lose focus, we keep stackin' Def Sqaud in it, Erick snuck the Mac in Keith Murray in the back, chain jackin' (x4) (Chorus) (Outro) Yeah, it's Gilla House niggaz Comin through the do' fo '04 Better beleive that We told you! Get yo smoke on nigga, Gilla House niggaz