Lyrical Breakdown of WRK - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "WRK" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how JID weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "WRK" 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 JID employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Need work, need work (let's get to work)
Work, work, work, work (let's go to work)
Work, work, work, work (need work, need work)
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work (runnin' this shit)
Get your ass up, get your ass up (work, work, work, work)
Get your ass up, get your ass up (work, work, work, work)
Get your ass up, get your ass up (work, work, work, work)
Get your ass up, get your ass up (work, work, work, work), look at this, uh, look
You couldn't even stop my drive if it were 1955
And I'm on 85, doing 95 in a 1952 Dodge
I done seen so much with two eyes, I don't even feel a way
Just neutralize 'em, been criticized and been scrutinized
It ain't shit to me, I'm just shooin' flies
It ain't shit to me, it's just you and I
Then me and God, and my crew of guys
They can't get to me, Lord knew they tried
But like Denzel Washington in Book of Elijah
Niggas movin' blind and a lil' behind
And if you forgot, here's a lil' reminder that I'm still choppin' wood
Still grindin', still rhymin'
Poppin' in, I be on kill timin'
In the rough, I'm like a real diamond
In the cut, I like a chill climate
Pretty much, I'm just a cool nigga
You don't wanna see me? Cool, try me
I've been working on my attitude
Don't know what I'm 'bout to do 'bout it
But I know I'm 'bout to act a fool
In a bad mood, so I'm taking it out on my work
Get your ass up, get your ass up (work, work, work, work)
Get your ass up, get your ass up (work, work, work, work)
Need work, need work
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work (runnin' this shit)
Need work, need work
Work, work, work, work (let's go to work)
Work, work, work, work (runnin' this shit)
Work, work, work, work (Let's go to work)
I'ma spend in full, life's been workin' for y'all (uh, it's gettin' dark in here, for real, uh)
If my nigga wanna ball, guess I'm workin' this job (look, alright)
Hold up a minute then look in these niggas' eyes
Boy, they gotta be sick and tired (ay, okay?)
Showed 'em I do it like was an exercise, and I did it like 20 times
You know that I roll with the guys, the same kind, unified, Semper Fi (let's go)
Better stay on your side or play with the crime that placed me inside the insane asylum (yeah)
Nigga playin' stupid, you don't see the sign?
You don't feel the vibe? You can't hear the sirens?
Repetition, niggas need reminders
I clutch a .40, it'll clear your conscience (bah)
Reputation, I been workin' honest
I'm a Georgia boy, but I'm Atlanta's finest
Goin' door to door, I'm tryna organize it
I restored a feelin' and fulfilled a promise (ay)
You don't wanna talk about grindin'
First up, nigga, gotta pay homage
Step two, step through like 'Bron and Bryant
Take off the head of a giant
Step three, nigga, fuck them, just me
So I get that, gotta kick back
Watch a nigga let Rome burn like a lit match
Let grown men get they own- (look)
Hol' up, they starting to look at the nigga
I guess I really am the pick of the litter
I'm sippin' liquor like a leader or bigger
You need a liter? I can come and deliver
The victory, but again, revenge is bittersweet
In the end, I win like A.D. did
In the stone's cement, it's meant to be
On the throne, the king with enemies
You take off of work today (you take off of work)
I take off my shirt today (I take off my shirt)
I'm takin' out the tank (yes, sir)
Okay, I'm takin' off Earth today (I'm takin' off Earth today)
Got put on a verse today (got put on a verse)
So pardon my page, she makin' it shake
I take 'em the work (work, work)
Wait (wait), lift with your legs, lil' bruh
Get your ass up, get your ass up (work, work, work, work)
Get your ass up, get your ass up (work, work, work, work)
Get your ass up, get your ass up (work, work, work, work)
Get your ass up, get your ass up (work, work, work, work)
Get your ass up, get your ass up (I'ma shake it proud, match a Birkin for y'all)
Get your ass up, get your ass up (if my nigga wanna ball, gave Birkins for fraud)
Get your ass up, get your ass up (I'ma shake it proud, match a Birkin for y'all)
Get your ass up, get your ass up (if my nigga wanna ball, gave Birkins for fraud)
You just need work