Lyrical Breakdown of DIRTY! - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how JPEGMAFIA weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "DIRTY!" 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 JPEGMAFIA employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Come in the bathroom

Backing up like I don't give a fuck

Gotta move the bricks

Bands, so I could get the truck

What up with it, buddy?

South

Uh, dirty (dirty)

Money, I'ma make you look dirty

Poke it out

Funny how the world caught up with me (yeah)

Heard them plates in New York don't fuck with me

Sheeple (sheeple)

Keep it transparent, y'all see-through

Help me out

Mama used to bump Grizzy, no Beatles

Big man tried to get seat from the Eagles

Karma

In L.A. with that blicky playing Contra

Nasty

You gon' meet the fist like Arthur (uh)

Lost Crew with the cops, I'm Lana

Two cig's, Big Pun and Fat Joe, they twins

Pull it out, get to bummin' like Sims

And I don't need 20 niggas to defense

Dirty!

Get low

Huh, get low

Uh, uh

Fuck!

Better have ten, nah, nah, nigga, we

Dawg, look at these niggas

Grind my teeth how they spit so much filler (for real)

Wannabe just to wanna be wiggas

Same wannabes wanna be killers, mhm

Weak-ass rhymes (weak), weak-ass lines (weak)

Same old synths, them weak-ass live (facts)

Fresh carpool, this lane all mine (uh)

Already lacked, can't nobody get by

Who you gon' call when the trends all die? (Ayy)

Niggas follow, I been walkin' my path the whole time (yeah)

Shit hurts worse when you deep in the grind

Out on bail like 'Pac in the prime

Style so slutty, even you gotta try it (what else?)

My shit, yeah, big drum on the .9 (what else?)

When you spit subs, you give me your own time

And you can't get it back, niggas know I ain't lying

Huh

Huh