Lyrical Breakdown of Dance - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Dance" 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 "Dance" 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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One, two, three to the four Yeah, I'm back on my grind Like you ain't know It's Detroit brat, tryna get that bread But I won't turn to X like Detroit Red I'm up early, knocking roaches off my toothbrush In the spot hoodie on just like the Ku Klux Walk around this bitch, like I got four nuts So, when I wet them bitches, swing like nunchucks Came a long way from getting jumped by Chemp Chopping up white like Stefan Grendt Flow like a champ, way ahead of my peers And again I smoke strong, like Stevie Wonder's ears I'm in the cutty, with the money on my mind Finger on the trigger, hand on my nine So, I can't afford time But I got the AP of the fruity lemon line And I ain't too tough to dance Let me adjust this heater Bulging out of my pants First I step to the left Then, I step to the right And you drop it down low Bring it back, aight? (Hey!) And I ain't too tough to dance Let me adjust this heater Bulging out of my pants First I step to the left Step to the right Then, you drop it down low Bring it back, aight? (Hey, hey) Five, six, seven to eight 'Bout to slide on you hoes, just like home plate I get brain early, that mean I think first You draw last, you paint a picture of a black hearse Fuck what you think, I'm 'bout that bank Stones like the button of your Marvis Tanks Top full clip, and your bitch on my dick 'Cause you're broke like looses, in your pants pocket It barely sit above the rim And I wore gats like bass heads pull on strings Me and my man, two guns like contra Keep your bitch, she looks like my pet, Monster Lame nigga, got no choice but to trick Probably could fuck a blind ugly bitch I can't get enough of these hoes Grab my hand and walk me straight to the dance floor And I ain't too tough to dance Let me adjust this heater Bulging out of my pants First I step to the left Then, I step to the right And you drop it down low Bring it back, aight? (Hey!) And I ain't too tough to dance Let me adjust this heater Bulging out of my pants First I step to the left Step to the right Then, you drop it down low Bring it back, aight? (Hey, hey) Y'all niggas see how easy that was? I don't think they know man Lupido sounds nigga It's official now Nick's beat, nigga It's Danny Brown, nigga, y'all know what it is Detroit, stand up! Yeah, we the new multi nigga Y'all already did this I know you all singing I'm like the new smoke eastside, men The whole, men, all these niggas fucking with me, though Nigga Radio station will have to play this record You wanna know why? Because if they don't Kids will tear the station apart