Lyrical Breakdown of Cocoa Brovaz / Black Trump - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Cocoa Brovaz / Black Trump" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Wu-Tang Clan weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Cocoa Brovaz / Black Trump" 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 Wu-Tang Clan 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 Wu-Tang Clan's narrative.

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I had to get some real professionals for the job, son Numerous cats, word up, that's right official niggas word up This is what you call? Straight blazin' through what? Raise the roof is what we came to do, like hash browns Blazin' through, blazin' through, pass that African black gold Over here, raise the roof is what we came to do Blazin' through, blazin' through, you know how we rock, raise the Roof is what we came to do, Smiff-N-Wess-N-Lex set up shop Attack mode, time to strike like a cobra Poisonous venom into your system killin' you slower Than niggas wit blowers to your jugler, my brother's keeper But I put my brother to sleep, if my brother try to creep up You know me son, show respect when I'm rockin' the podium Steam-rollin' on niggas, my team straight blowin' 'em Got 'em throwin' they gunz in the air like Onyx Chef and Smiff-N-Wessun crime shit, New York's finest Let me warn y'all killas upstairs I seen all y'all, heavy like fuck Thinkin' my niggas might flaw y'all Blow ya ammo, shallah seen the God fly commando Handle, gun on my leg, blow his hand off I'm lookin' at you why, like "Fuck, you probably think I'm high" Seems luck, chain around my neck, bought it from Egypt Me what? Hennesy drink Mahogany guns, we treesed up Come out your shirt, buckle knees-up This Casablanca rap nigga throw some cheese up Let's poly, slow-mo status Bring the keys up Wonderin', runners is lookin' mighty fees'd up Right stupid, FBI sell 'em these guns Make this money, niggas hold up guns Armed full of licks, plus your dick, drop your ones Baby need new shoes and a outfit, I see you stick-up kids You came wit the dick lick You see my set of twin-hitmen from Bushwick? Two chicks wit the twenty-two tecs, bitch, you heard about 'em Now open up the circle so the dice can breathe Pay you double, if you triple, if you push you pay me Gotta poly wit ya crew To stack ya loot up Get your weight up Big up, pull ya boots up If you step into the club wit your guns up If the tension's on your mind then raise the roof up You gotta keep it in the fam Stack ya loot up Get your weight up, big up, pull ya boots up When you step into the club wit ya guns up If the tension's on your mind, then raise the roof up Raise the roof up, raise the roof up, right Never before we came to raise the roof up Raise the roof up, right, raise the roof up Microphone politicians Still in all we came to raise the roof up Minolta flash Gun in the stash Rollin' for mo' hash Tek, why you slap fire out 'em Hold fast These niggas gotta pay the hard way Three the hard way Allah swingin' on 'em like a San Diego Padre You heard what the God say Let's start this Professional marksma Swimmin' like killa sharks We lethal and heartless On point like a dart, bitch Bomb your camp if you want this Connect wit convicts on some Don shit And spread the camouflage cats To get the money in Stat Go to war like Sadaam If he pushes you that Keep his movements discreet When he out in the streets Had to stash built to High heat for those who creep Ha, peep the ghetto bastards, run in your crib like two Masked men, I run wit a Tek, and we ain't askin', we blastin' Chef brought the extra cannon from Staten Rhyme official live broadcastin', makin' it happen You gotta make power moves, black guns and cash rules Hold my eight straight 'cuz I been payin' dues Wave king from way back tryin' to make a mill stack Miami money cats that leave you layin' down flat Gotta poly wit ya crew To stack ya loot up Get your weight up Big up, pull ya boots up If you step into the club wit your guns tucked If the tension's on your mind then raise the roof up You gotta keep it in the fam Stack ya loot up Get your weight up, big up, pull ya boots up When you layin' in the cut wit ya guns tucked If the tension's on your mind, then raise the roof up Raise the roof up, raise the roof up Raise the roof, we came to raise the roof up (What?) Raise the roof up, raise the roof up Raise the roof, we came to raise the roof up (It's on again) Raise the roof up, raise the roof up Raise the roof, we came to raise the roof up (Word up, put your hands down) Raise the roof up, raise the roof up Raise the roof, we came to raise the roof up (Word up, this shit is multi, y'all gonna see it, word up) (Smiff, Wess, Lex) The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire (From the projects, phony projects next) The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire We don't need no water, like the Cocoa B's burn Gotta poly wit your crew To stack ya loot up Get ya weight up, Big up, pull ya boots up When you step into the club wit the guns up If the tension's on your mind, then raise the roof up