Lyrical Breakdown of DIRTY (OFFLINE) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how JPEGMAFIA weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "DIRTY (OFFLINE)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Dirty
Money, I'ma make you look dirty
Poke it out
Funny how the world caught up with me (Yeah)
Heard them pigs in the New York don't fuck with me
Sheeple
Keep it transparent
Y'all see through
Help me out
Momma used to bump Luther no Beatles
Mcnabb tired of getting soup from the Eagles
Karma
In the L-A with the blicky playing Contra
Nasty
You can cut fist like Arthur
Love screwing with the cops
I'm Lana
Two cigs
Big Pun and Fat Joe they twins
Pull it out get them mumbling like Sims
And I don't need twenty **** to defense
DIRT!
GET LOW!
GET LOW!
Dog, look at these ****
Round my tea pot
They spit so much filler
Wannabes used to wanna be with us
Same wannabes wanna be killers
Weak ass rhymes, weak ass lines
Same old synths, them weak ass slides
Fresh carpool this lane all mine
Already lapped can't get nobody by
Who you gon' call when the trends all die? (Me)
**** follow I been walking my path the whole time
Shit hurts worse when you deep in the grind
Out on bail like Pac in the prime
Styles so slutty, even you gotta try it
My shit jam big drum on the .9
When you spit subs, give me your own time
You can't get it back, **** know I ain't lyin'