MONOPOLY
Brad Strut Lyrics


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This goes out to the true heads that kept on fucking rhyming even when shits blowing up

I'm penning venom
while punks pose in denim
and new kicks they really don't do shit
but model fake rap my bottle is raised ready to shatter your days
through coming weeks get blazed under the streets
With tough beats to guide me
through thick and thin my crew spits to win you'r like two steps behind me

Rip your limbs from your torso and hang em from a forkllift i'm slanging and got em going all to god almighty
This shits exciting if only you could package it
sell it in a store i'd be up in the place racking it
Quick spark started as a sick jar bong head rip hearts apart with my class I rap honest
i'm a track rocket stone throwers strategic targets
a mack known for rap flown graffiti artists bump this when they bomb it
Strutts spitting upon the beat
I'v had enough know i'm fucking with your monopoly

This ain't a board game but imma fucking call it one players are all the same look at what you suckers done
Monopoly, Monopoly, Monopoly

This ain't a board game but imma fucking call it one players are all the same look at what you suckers done
Monopoly, Monoploly

You farcial comical harsh brassed at bombing you half assed atomical
car passed methodical star classed your sodomized
mikes become sex toys are passed is modernized I spit in vexed voice!
It's higher then your best choice it mighten be done with it and fire to the public sit and wait for my next joint, right out the mouthpiece
Right into your conscious, profound speech monster we ground each nonsense to powder I'm down to devour I'm counting the hours 'til sounds are compounded and louder
What up to prowler releasing the mahogany trying to let him in on this thing called monopoly
power hypocrisy these towers on top of me it's time to bring it back to the earth burn the monstrosity
I rep honestly my honesty's integrity, death to Monopoly autonomy's a friend of me

This ain't a board game but imma fucking call it one players are all the same look at what you suckers done
Monopoly, Monopoly, Monopoly
This ain't a board game but imma fucking call it one players are all the same look at what you suckers done
Monopoly, Monopoly, Monopoly





This aint a fucking board game but imma fucking call it one
Fuck you, you fucked the game up

Overall Meaning

In these lyrics from Brad Strut's song "Monopoly," the rapper is addressing his audience, which he refers to as "true heads." He acknowledges that while the hip hop scene may be going through rough times, he and others like him are still writing and performing. Meanwhile, Brad Strut contrasts himself with the "punks" who pose in denim and new kicks, but don't actually produce meaningful rap music. He expresses his anger and readiness to take on his rivals, proclaiming that he could easily shatter their careers. Through this all, his crew stands with him, spitting clever rhymes to come out on top. The chorus is an extended metaphor, likening the rap music scene to a game of Monopoly. Brad Strut doesn't believe that all of the players are the same, though; he argues that some have "fucked the game up" and that it's time to take back control.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm penning venom
I am writing lyrics with an aggressive and poisonous tone


while punks pose in denim
other rappers are posing for the camera in denim while I am working hard on my craft


and new kicks they really don't do shit
other rappers focus on the latest fashion trends instead of improving their skills


but model fake rap my bottle is raised ready to shatter your days
I am ready to destroy other rappers who make fake music


through coming weeks get blazed under the streets
I will keep grinding and working hard, even if it means doing so in less glamorous places


With tough beats to guide me
My hard-hitting instrumentals give me inspiration and direction


through thick and thin my crew spits to win you'r like two steps behind me
My team and I are always pushing forward and improving, while other rappers lag behind


Rip your limbs from your torso and hang em from a forkllift i'm slanging and got em going all to god almighty
I am presenting violent imagery and boasting about the impact of my powerful lyrics


This shits exciting if only you could package it
Rap music is thrilling, but unfortunately it cannot be sold like a product


sell it in a store i'd be up in the place racking it
If rap music could be sold in stores, I would be a top seller


Quick spark started as a sick jar bong head rip hearts apart with my class I rap honest
My talent for rapping began with experimentation and drug use, but I now use my skills to make honest and powerful music


i'm a track rocket stone throwers strategic targets
I am unstoppable and my raps are like precision-guided missiles


a mack known for rap flown graffiti artists bump this when they bomb it
My music is popular among graffiti artists and other rebels who use street art to express themselves


Strutts spitting upon the beat
I am rapping with intensity and precision over the instrumental track


I'v had enough know i'm fucking with your monopoly
I am tired of the music industry's domination by a few big players, and I am taking a stand with my music


This ain't a board game but imma fucking call it one players are all the same look at what you suckers done
The music industry is not literally a game, but it is a competitive field where many players repeat the same formulas


You farcial comical harsh brassed at bombing you half assed atomical
I mock other rappers who try to emulate me but do so with less skill and authenticity


car passed methodical star classed your sodomized
I am far more skilled and creative than other rappers who copy my style in a robotic and impersonal way


mikes become sex toys are passed is modernized I spit in vexed voice!
Other rappers have turned microphones into mere objects of pleasure, while my passionate delivery sets me apart


It's higher then your best choice it mighten be done with it and fire to the public sit and wait for my next joint, right out the mouthpiece
My music is of higher quality than anything else available, and I confidently challenge other rappers to compete with my talent


Right into your conscious, profound speech monster we ground each nonsense to powder I'm down to devour I'm counting the hours 'til sounds are compounded and louder
My lyrics are designed to make a deep and lasting impression on listeners, and I am eager to keep improving and expanding my sound


What up to prowler releasing the mahogany trying to let him in on this thing called monopoly power hypocrisy these towers on top of me it's time to bring it back to the earth burn the monstrosity
I am shouting out to another rapper and calling for us to unite against the oppressive structures of the music industry


I rep honestly my honesty's integrity, death to Monopoly autonomy's a friend of me
I am dedicated to making honest and independent music, and I am calling for the end of the oppressive monopoly that dominates the music industry


Fuck you, you fucked the game up
I am expressing my anger and frustration with other rappers who have contributed to the decline of the music industry




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pfizer fiend

Back when life was better and hip hop was pure 🔥

CutUpAQuarterJugOfWater

Word

Jaksta Bröwn

I miss this era so fuckin much

Reachwun

So much respect for Strut, LC and Aussie hip hop in general. One of the dopest scenes there is.

brody gardner

Still goes hard 2022 💪🏼👌

Rydah Forrester

still goes hard 2023

Travis Munns

2023 June

Scott Baniasia

2020 and this still bumps

Nugget Nelson

You don't get good aussie rap like this these days😀👌👍

Casey Cameron

Yeah it's still out there

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