Lyrical Breakdown of DIRT - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "DIRT" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how BROCKHAMPTON weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "DIRT" 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 BROCKHAMPTON 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 BROCKHAMPTON's narrative.
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Southside, brought the wave back (yooo)
Hair nappy, need a wave cap (yooo)
Same state where Trae at
That's the reason for the mothafuckin' ASAP
That's MOB nigga (naw!)
Why you all dressed up, why your teeth messed up
Why you look so lost, nigga (hellooo)
Don't get it twisted down in the dirty south
All we do is floss, nigga, that shit late
Boss, nigga, that one me
Ain't got time, can't no nigga take mine
That shit our shit, lose it? No way (uh, uh, ow!)
I'm over it, I'm over it (ow!)
I'm on and in and out it (ow!)
I'm nauseous, I'm nauseous (ow!)
It hurts to think about it, oww!
I've been riding 'round with my people (uh, dirty south)
And I always put it down for my people (uh, uh, dirty south)
She ain't ever caught them southern feels (uh, dirty south)
But she gon' catch them southern feels
'Cause I get it while it's hot
I get it non-stop as I watch that body rock
Swanging through town, banging through town
Let me slow it down as I get my money right
Got this ice on my wrist, candy painted Lexus
Finna' hit a lick with my squad
Got a muddy cup of the purple stuff
Take a puff, get buck, feel the southern love
Scumbag from the Lone Star state
Come around here
You could be the next nigga on The First 48
Niggas run around with a snub 38
Gotta hold it down and protect your 28's
'Cause since 18
A nigga had a dream of that thang on the spokes
I got my mouth froze, got them thangs on the low
Who the fuck spoke?
Don't mind my southern drawl
Got a pocket full of stones for all of y'all
If he up, then watch him ball
Plot to make these niggas fall, shoot through walls
Take they money and they ki's
And don't come back without it all
Screaming fuck 'em and we ball
I've been riding 'round with my people (uh, dirty south)
Always put it down for my people (uh, dirty south)
She ain't ever caught them southern feels (uh, uh, dirty south)
But she gon' catch them southern feels
'Cause I get it while it's hot
I get it non-stop as I watch that body rock
Swanging through town, banging through town
Let me slow it down as I get my money right
Got this ice on my wrist, candy painted Lexus
Finna' hit a lick with my squad
Got a muddy cup of the purple stuff
Take a puff, get buck, feel the southern love
Sock tan, pack of 'ports, dirty bitch, might double-cup her
Smokin' gas on the porch, guess you could say I'm burnin' rubber
Head is good, so I learn to love her, my dogs talk in numbers
My iPhones got iPhones, so all my friends can talk to me
My flip phone even switch lanes, my bitch got that lipstick
Like candy paint, lick it off, fuck me, then piss me off
Alexis, get my ren' on, Alexis, get my ren' on
Curve me, curve me, bitch don't hit my phone, 'cause
Heard everything's supposed to be different 'round here
Gotta make sense of shit 'round here
It's like everybody wanna hit a lick 'round here
Guess I gotta stop giving shits 'round here
Been looking for a sign or some shit 'round here
Grind hard just to get a fuckin' grip 'round here
We don't sit 'round here, big shit 'round here
You a target if you don't fuckin' fit 'round here
Better charge it to the game, nigga (charge it to the game)
We all going insane, better find a fuckin' lane
Doing digits in a Range, nigga (I ain't even got a car)
No guts, no gain, no pain, no fame
We are not one and the same, nigga
I could change your whole life, we don't need no hype
Just to get shit lit for the night
We could set it off on a fuck nigga on sight
Riding, riding, rolling with my southern niggas
Riding, riding, rolling with my southern niggas
Riding, riding, rolling with my southern niggas
Riding, riding, rolling with my southern niggas
Riding, riding, rolling with my southern niggas
Riding, riding, rolling with my southern niggas
Riding, riding, rolling with my southern niggas
Riding, riding, rolling with my southern niggas
Riding, riding, rolling with my southern niggas
Riding, riding, rolling with my
Pushing weight (moving weight, nigga!)
Got to educate
Niggas smoking on my scholarship, hanh!
That's a win-win (mrrmrmwah!)
Allowances off these college kids
BROCKHAMPTON thicker than the Wayans man
I'm an asshole, run up in su casa
And dun dun dun dun da da dun dun (nah, nah)
They deported my uncle (stop that!)
'Cause he ain't got the papers to prove it (no!)
Mama sent me to that white school (not black!)
Prove I could speak like them white kids (no!)
Act like them white kids (what?)
Smoke like them white kids (what?)
Fuck that! (what?)
I'm the all-black Johnny Cash