Lyrical Breakdown of Shut 'Em Down - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Shut 'Em Down" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how DMX weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Shut 'Em Down" 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 DMX 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 DMX's narrative.

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Straight up nigga Motherfuckin' Southside nigga (Word up) Brooklyn, what? We gonna do it just like this man Straight to your whole area (Yeah!) Word up! (Yeah!) Word up! You know what we fin' to do (Shut 'em down, shut 'em down) (Yeah, yo! Word up, yo!) (It's time to take over the world!) Shut 'em down! Shut 'em down, shut 'em down! (Yeah) Shut 'em down! Shut 'em down, shut 'em down! (What!) Shut 'em down! Shut 'em down, shut 'em down! (Official Nast') Shut 'em down! Shut 'em down, shut 'em down! (Yo, yo, yo) Shut 'em down, start the violence we wildin' wildin' Slain rapper's body found washed up, on Coney Island When I rolled up, this nigga heart slowed up, that "killa" froze up When I pulled up, jumped out with the pump-pump 32 shots and ducked out Then I broke out, left that cat for dead his body smoked out Cause when I fall out, y'all killas got kill me kid I'm goin' all out Life's a bitch, fuck it! Got a gun, bust it! The gameplay, gotta play by the rules of your own cannot be trusted Don't try to test, abide your chest, put five inside your vest Have you layin' where the dead rest Shoulda known when you was lookin in the eyes of Death Ask the Lord for forgiveness, when I did this, there was not no witness But he should understand, cause even God got a shit list Yo it's beatdowns anonymous, I spits like a shiny silver nine'll bust Niggas fine to bust, we the kind that rush Those that, hold back, taking your whole stack Grimy street cats, niggas baldhead, like Kojak Go gat for gat, quote that, in fact, you can smoke that Uncut black dust, making your whole, fucking skull crack Better know me, one-three, one and only Could be never phony in any ceremony, I'll tear you homey (Shut 'em down!) Sonsee's taking your time, making your mind Baddest nigga on the low defecatin with rhymes Breakin your spine, got you movin from the flurry time to worry I'ma bury the bullshit, feel my full clip! Shut 'em down! Shut 'em down, shut 'em down! (Uhh!) Shut 'em down! Shut 'em down, shut 'em down! (What!) Shut 'em down! Shut 'em down, shut 'em down! (Uhh!) Shut 'em down! Shut 'em down, shut 'em down! (Uhh, uhh) Aiyyo I bet you this motherfuckin' double barrel'll blast this face Be on the lookout for a basketcase Niggas pumped you up to watch you get beat, had you thinkin' shit is sweet Now you up shit's creek, cause your shit's weak How much is your life worth to someone important, cause I be extortin' Kidnappin' for ransom is some shit that you don't want to get caught in From back in the days of Gorton, niggas was gettin' robbed The guy from Yonkers High stayed on his job, with his own little mob Was it worth goin' back to the Earth so soon? Worth makin my shit go boom 'Til your own doom, fill them graveyards, til there's no room? Fuck you know about a pine box? Money goin out with nine Glocks Autops' between that same nigga, when they pull out spray nine shots Feel like killin' for your crew? I ain't gon' rest, it don't take a whole lot to fill up your vest Then watch your lungs as they spill out your chest You best get on some, act your age shit, you a little kid That run for faces, more niggas get killed like that than a little bit Ayy man Sticky! F–I–N–G–A–Z the crazy cajun Blazin' bullets for days and days and grazin' amazin' I'm the guy that's lacin' Purple Hazin, hard to be phasin' LORD all this hell that I'm raisin' God of the Underground, I'm gunnin em down with a thunder pound We gonna (Shut 'em down!) We turn shit dumb quick when the gun click Lyin' in ya rhymes is worse then lyin on your dick In the morgue admit it dogs I'm the Rottweiler my Glock holla Fuck cocaine killa I sniff gunpowder So all you real Willies throw your Roley's in the sky Now all my crooks, rob them players outside! I'm so hype, I'll take yo' life, better have my dough right And fuck Five Mics, I don't need no mic! What?! Bring it! Shut 'em down! Shut 'em down! Shut 'em down, shut 'em down! (Yeah!) Shut 'em down! Shut 'em down, shut 'em down! (What! What!) Shut 'em down! Shut 'em down, shut 'em down! (Shut 'em down! Shut 'em down!) Shut 'em down! Shut 'em down, shut 'em down! Shut 'em down! Shut 'em down, shut 'em down! (What!) Shut 'em down! Shut 'em down, shut 'em down! (Bring it!) Shut 'em down! Shut 'em down, shut 'em down! (What!) Shut 'em down! Shut 'em down! (Official Nast'! Shut 'em down!) Word up boy! 'Bout to shut down the whole industry. Official Nast', DMX. We wreckin' ery'thing! So shut up! Or you get shut down! Like the rest of them! Pussy!