Lyrical Breakdown of Broke the Rim - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Broke the Rim" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Soulja Boy weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Broke the Rim" 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 Soulja Boy employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Mixing margiela and some mcm
Standin' in the trap jumpin' out the gym
In the kitchen whip my wrist then I swim
Fifty bricks later soulja broke the rim
Broke the rim, i done broke the rim
Ballin' so hard i done broke the rim
Broke the rim, broke the rim
Slam dunk, alley oop, broke the rim
Soulja tell'em goin' in
Stand in the trap and I jump out the gym
With my wrist whip a 10
Fuck with the fish and I makin' it swim
30 bricks in the pool (Soulja)
Young nigga ridin' around with the tool
Try to ride you a fool
Pussy nigga you get hit, what it do
All my nigga know they ready
Tote a new chopper like I'm funna sell it
All of my nigga get deli
AK-47 my favorite weapon
Fuck with my nigga they shoot
Twenty two bricks and its all in the roof
Young soulja know imma shoot
Ridin' around in a brand new coupe
Fifty thousand in the back way
Thousand dollars on the versace ash tray
Hop out the rari, the fat lane
Two pistols and i feel like max payne
Shoot a nigga his damn brain
SOD gang all on my damn chain
Nigga knowing what it is
Jump out the gym and I'm breakin' the rim
Mixing margiela and some mcm
Standin' in the trap jumpin' out the gym
In the kitchen whip my wrist then I swim
Fifty bricks later soulja broke the rim
Broke the rim, i done broke the rim
Ballin' so hard i done broke the rim
Broke the rim, broke the rim
Slam dunk, alley oop, broke the rim
Countin' up money, yeah real street nigga
In that mutha fuckin' rari do the dash nigga
Hundred thousand duffel bag,
Everything cash nigga
If you ain't gettin' no money
You ain't gunna last nigga
Bad bitches on me
Bad bitches want me
Young trap nigga gotta focus on the money
Pull up in the lamborghini
Niggas lookin' funny
When the sun hit my chain it
Will blind your doney
Thirty thousand on me nigga all I do is swag
Fifty thousand on the tag put that on the tab
Young rich nigga flexin' put that on the gang
Buy new ring, ear ring, and new chains
Gucci burberry fendi on my shoe strings
Niggas too lame, niggas play games
I'm in that white bentley thang
In the turnin' lane
I'm with your main thang, and she givin' brain
Mixing margiela and some mcm
Standin' in the trap jumpin' out the gym
In the kitchen whip my wrist then I swim
Fifty bricks later soulja broke the rim
Broke the rim, i done broke the rim
Ballin' so hard i done broke the rim
Broke the rim, broke the rim
Slam dunk, alley oop, broke the rim