Lyrical Breakdown of Dirt Off Your Shoulder - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Dirt Off Your Shoulder" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Jay-Z weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Dirt Off Your Shoulder" 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 Jay-Z 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 Jay-Z's narrative.
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You're now tuned into the
Muh'fuckin' greatest!
Ugh, ugh, uh-huh-uh-huh, ugh
Jigga (uh-huh-uh, uh-uh)
Turn the music up in the headphones Jigga
(Uh-huh-uh, Jigga, uh-uh, uh-uh, ugh)
Tim, you can go on and brush your shoulders off, nigga
I got you
If you feelin' like a pimp, nigga
Go on brush your shoulders off(woo)
Ladies is pimps, too go on
Brush your shoulders off(woo)
Niggas is crazy, baby
Don't forget that boy told you
Get that dirt off your shoulder
(Ugh,ch-ch,ugh,ugh) jigga
Ugh,yeah
Probably owe it to y'all
Prolly be locked by the force
Tryna hustle some things
That go with the Porsche
Feelin' no remorse
Feelin' like my hand was forced
Middle finger to the law, nigga
Grippin' my balls
Said, the ladies, they love me
From the bleachers, they screamin'
All the ballers is bouncin
They like the way I be leanin'
All the rappers be hatin' off the track that I'm makin'
But all the hustlers—they love it
Just to see one of us make it
Came from the bottom of the bottom
To the "top of the pops"
Nigga, London (woo), Japan (woo)
And I'm straight off the block
Like a running back—get it, man?
I'm straight off the block
I can run it back, nigga,'cause
I'm straight with the Roc(come on)
If you feelin' like a pimp, nigga, go on
Brush your shoulders off (woo)
Ladies is pimps, too go on
Brush your shoulders off (woo)
Niggas is crazy, baby
Don't forget that boy told you
Get that dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get that
Dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get (get) that (that)
Dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get (get) that (that)
Dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get (get) that (that)
Dirt off your shoulder
Your homie hov' in position, in the kitchen with soda
I just whipped up a watch, tryna get me a Rover (woo)
Tryna stretch out the coca
Like a wrestler, yessir
Keep the heckler close
You know them smokers'll test you
But, like, 52 cards went out
I'm m through dealin'
Now, 52 bars come out
Now, you feel 'em
Now, 52 cars roll out
Remove ceiling in case 52 broads
Come out
Now, you chillin' with a boss, bitch, of course
S.C on the sleeve
At the 40 40 club, espn on the screen
I paid a grip for the jeans (woo)
Plus, the slippers is clean (woo)
No chrome on the wheels (woo)
I'm a grown-up for real, chyeah
If you feelin' like a pimp, nigga, go on
Brush your shoulders off(woo)
Ladies is pimps, too; go on
Brush your shoulders off(woo)
Niggas is crazy, baby
Don't forget that boy told you
Get that dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get that
Dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get (get) that (that)
Dirt off your shoulder (Woo)
You gotta get (get) that (that)
Dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get (get) that (that)
Dirt off your shoulder
Your boy back in the building
Brooklyn, we back on the map
Me and my beautiful bee-itch
In the back of that 'Bach
I'm the realest that run it
I just happen to rap
I ain't gotta clap at 'em
Niggas scared of that black
I drop that Black Album, then I back out it
As the best rapper alive
Nigga, ask about me
From bricks to billboards
From grams to Grammys
From o's to opposite orphan Annie
You gotta pardon Jay for sellin' out the Garden in a day
I'm like a young Marvin in his hey'
I'm a hustler, homie; you a customer, crony
Got some dirt on my shoulder
Could you brush it off for me?
If you feelin' like a pimp
Nigga, go on—brush your shoulders off (woo)
Ladies is pimps, too
Go on—brush your shoulders off (woo)
Niggas is crazy, baby
Don't forget that boy told you
Get that dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get that
Dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get (get) that (that)
Dirt off your shoulder (woo)
You gotta get (get) that (that)
Dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get (get) that (that)
Dirt off your shoulder
You're now tuned into the muh'fuckin' greatest!
Best rapper alive
Best rapper alive