Lyrical Breakdown of Dubstep (feat. Scrufizzer) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Danny Brown weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Dubstep (feat. Scrufizzer)" 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 Danny Brown 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 Danny Brown's narrative.

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I was thinkin' 'bout somethin' But I ain't worried 'bout nothin' Remember when I was strugglin' Fucked up on my knuckles Tryin' to sell some dirt weed Taxin' off a ten speed Money wasn't comin' For sure nigga I kept frontin' I had them dubs on the step I had them dubs on the step I had them dubs on the step I had them dubs on the step Slow days, fast days Gettin' paper any way Gettin' paper any way Gettin' paper any way Gettin' paper any way And I kept lickin' on that clit Till she gave me that shit I've been fucked up for so long Swear to God I gotta get it I put my back into it Servin' bags to them students Tell 'em I got that fire On that porch right there by the Buick I'm just tryin' to get my mind Go worry nigga 'bout yours Rollin' up that swisher Pourin' up a four Servin' in them hallways The courtrooms all day Hoods kicked the door down Now we in the Coney I had them dubs on the step I had them dubs on the step I had them dubs on the step I had them dubs on the step Slow days, fast days Gettin' paper any way Gettin' paper any way Gettin' paper any way Gettin' paper any way It's the same old shit Everybody in the manor is locked up, boxed up It's killin' me Niggas wanna get rid of me Cause I lyrically bust on the riddim Fill the room with humidity Stick it in a manner, the heaviest rhythm bangin' it out Doubling my money getting my hustle in Canning Town???? Listen up Danny Brown I been doing this ting Skipped in, then I come and lyrical assist 'em WOO I had my dubs on the step I never stopped cause I sit in the booth I'm spittin' the truth,??? realer than Scrooge You ain't so why you act, dummy You think you bad, well that's funny I'm try'na get Maybach money I'm a Mac Miller, spittin' ASAP, rookie I had them dubs on the step