Lyrical Breakdown of The Story - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "The Story" 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 "The Story" 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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[DMX] I'm always talking shit, cause wherever I go I walk in shit And now they got me on some stalking shit Broad daylight, niggaz is crying, "But I don't want anyone to blast" So from the roof I pick em off like a scab And watch the slug bust a thug like a watermelon He shoulda thought about that before caught a terror And now another kid grows up without a daddy or a mommy Cause at the funeral I hit up the caddy, It's the army for real niggaz with nothing to lose Cause when it's time to go you don't get to choose I make the muthafuckin rules and I enforce it, Shorty's people was loose hand so he lost it I took the joints and tossed them, in the river, At the same spot that I dumped This kid that didn't wanna give a nigga the combo, to the safe in the crib Look, money, that's why I did what I did {2 niggaz Talking...} [DMX] Mad stressed and I'm about to have a breakdown It's time for pops who got the store on the corner to have get a shakedown He hasn't paid for protection in like two months So I figured I'd leave him wit like two fronts I break up shit to let him know that I'm real Reminder, I know where you live so don't squeal Told him, next time I come, Have some paper for me Don't fuck around and turn into another caper for me Cause though he's cool all that cool shit stops And I be in the crowd talking bout, "Yo who killed pops?" It's a shame, he was caught up in the game and couldn't play it So I smoked him, I asked him "who's the man" and made him say it Three times, and that's how many times I hit him A nigga was acting like he didn't have to pay so I did him Yo I think this shit is going to my head (for real) But let that be a lesson, don't pay dues and you dead {2 niggaz Talking...} [DMX] A little birdie told me that the feds were on to me And they wanted to do something real wrong to me So I broke out, Blazed the L for a while Checked my sources and found my name was on file Under gun for hire and extortion, but yo I never use The same joint twice as a precaution and I heard this kid tried to set me up He knew I knew so he tried to wet me up See he was under investigation for drugs They set up all types of phone taps and bugs Then when they bagged him, money went out, reprisent (he was my friend) Said they'd let him go, all he had to do was snitch And I know now he wish they would have kept him Cause it was sweet how I crept him, wet him up then left him And that's for mufuckas that don't know Go against the grain and you feel the pain Aight yo?