Lyrical Breakdown of Out The Dust - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Out The Dust" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Juice Wrld weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Out The Dust" 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 Juice Wrld 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 Juice Wrld's narrative.
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Cha-ching, let's get it
Uh, made a million dollars out the dust (Uh, uh)
Always had them shooters in the cut (Uh, uh)
Front your move, and they'll fuck you up (Uh, uh)
Bust some moves, you tryna get rich or what? (Uh, uh)
I hop on the stage, moshpits enraged, the crowd going crazy (Uh, uh)
A nigga get paid like a hundred a day, I swear life is amazing (Uh, uh)
I'm catchin' a flight with a dick-suckin' dyke and a couple of Asians, uh, uh (We look related)
Smokin' on gas 'til my eyes get that Asian persuasion
Uh, yeah, Tokyo Drift, car tricks
You ain't smokin' what I'm smokin', my dealer a Martian
We all totin', down to go, my niggas like a squadron
Marching, an army, lettin' it bust, splittin' niggas heads, kickin' up dust
Knuck if you buck, he a fuck nigga, fuck 'em
Chopper with the nuts, horny gun, it'll fuck 'em
Bitches ain't shit, but niggas still love 'em
They say niggas ain't shit, but then still fuck 'em
Haha, realest shit I never wrote
Probably not the realest shit I ever spoke
Either way it goes, it's dope, haha, dope
By the way, I-I hit your bitch like a note
She hopped on my dick like a frog, so
I kind of laughed and said she croaked
You know? Let's go
Made a million dollars out the dust (Uh, uh)
Always had them shooters in the cut (Uh, uh)
Front your move, and they'll fuck you up (Uh, uh)
Bust some moves, you tryna get rich or what? (Uh, uh)
I hop on the stage, moshpits enraged, the crowd going crazy (Uh, uh)
A nigga get paid like a hundred a day, I swear life is amazing (Uh, uh)
I'm catchin' a flight with a dick-suckin' dyke and a couple of Asians, uh, uh (We look related)
Smokin' on gas 'til my eyes get that Asian persuasion