Lyrical Breakdown of Dedication - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Dedication" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how DJ Drama weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Dedication" 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 DJ Drama 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 DJ Drama's narrative.
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Chyeah! You guessed accurately
It's me, ladies and gents
Weezy F baby, please say the "Baby"
B told you that, yeah (Gangsta Gri-Zillz)
Gangsta Grillz all up in your grill, nigga
Drama, holla at your nigga
(Gangsta Gri-Zillz) i won't lose me, y'all
Nope this is the Dedication!
Rest in peace! (Gangsta Gri-Zillz)
So now, I'm burying the burner in the bomber
I carry the concerns of my mama
I'm married to the money and the power
And still got guns on my
Side for my private affairs
Yeah, I know that water get cold
But I dive in it bare and swim through it
Alive and aware I been through it
You probably never been to it
So now I dip through it
And they respect me like a pistol
I'm hip to it
I gets to it, like, "Just do it
" I miss doing it
Hundred-shot drum, play 'em some clip music
I am the drum major, the drum section waiting
All it takes is one signal:
You can get a cadence
You can get it catered
I'm at your service like a waiter
When it's beef, I become a nigga neighbor
(Gangsta Gri-Zillz)
I put potatoes on the heater, no labor, later
Now, how me make mashed potatoes
(Gangsta Gri-Zillz)
French-fry niggas, I bench, then
Fire niggas bye, niggas!
Wet 'em up like rivers now, flow by, niggas
I'm dripping-dry fly, now
Squint your eyes bitches
I Dempsey Tom bitches up out of new Bentleys
I'm old school like a loose Winston
Like, "Since when they
Make bulletproof skin?"
I put it to your chin, and
Grin, and sin, and then, i
Sin again then, I'm gone in the wind
And I'm dumping my Scarlett
O'Hara in the canal
'Cause I'm not getting stopped
With cop paraphernal'
Now, I'm preparing to ill
Not preparing to fail
'Cause my flow is for real
Like the Sahara and Hell
Comparisons is irrelevant, I'm
A arrogant male, yeah
I can handle it, I can graduate Yale, yeah
(Gangsta Gri-Zillz) they featherweight
I sporadically ill the fuck out
And you can automatically killed, yeah
(Gangsta Gri-Zillz)
Peep the narrative of the
New Orleans heritage
You can go get your evidence
I tell where and tell you when
I was prescribing medicine
You was getting your lesson in
I was getting my adolescent in
(Gangsta Gri-Zillz) lesser than God only
Better than my last is what I strive for
Dwelling on my past, I get high
So I light it up and smoke
Keep that Mary Poppins poppin' like a toaster
I'm Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Can't forget that purple potion oh, shit
You ho niggas is ass, that's ho shit
So, shit, I blow bigger and
Mash, and laugh, like, "Ohh, shit!"
I'm the best no shit! Weezy