Lyrical Breakdown of Out Da Gym - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Migos weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Out Da Gym" 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 Migos 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 Migos's narrative.

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Migo Gang we in the building, Yo! Young boss nigga shit, you know what I'm sayin'? Turn up! Yo! Jumpin', Jumpin', Jumpin', Jumpin', Jump Jump Jumpin' My men always jumping out the gym No basketball though Jumping out the gym Jumping out the gym No Clyde Drexler money Jumping out the gym Jumping out the gym Jumping out the gym No Dominique money Jumping out the gym Go! Money above the rim Burberry timbs, Bands jumpin' out the gym, no Shawn Kemp Back then she ain't want me Now I got her salty 'Cause she seen Young Quavo flex up in that Aston Martin Hurricane wrist, watch Young Quavo break the pot In the VIP shootin' nothing but money jump shots Can't nobody touch me 'cause my goons like secret service, Pull up, pop the trunk, it's a flock of birdies, Smokin' on purp James Worthy, (purp) Sippin' on pink like Kirby, (lean) I already know she thirsty So I put her in the kitchen dancing dirty I already know he a coward I already know he sour He a snake in the grass so I had to cut him off I call that Georgia Powell We don't even kick it like that dog Quick to spray a nigga like Lysol, Don't get mad at me 'cause I smashed your bitch then I passed her like Chris Paul Hell nah I don't need no label Hundred bands just sitting on the table Face card so good in da hood I could go kick shit wit blocc gang in Decatur Jumping out the gym Jumping out the gym No Clyde Drexler money Jumping out the gym Jumping out the gym Jumping out the gym No Dominique money Jumping out the gym 80 piece teeth, Girbauds with the crease Aw shit look who it is, the white Dominique Dominique Wilkins, more dough than Homer Simpson I can ball and tell more story than that Rumpelstiltskin, I done shine different, but I still diamond glisten Wood wheel twistin', mysterious roof missin' 40K on wrist, and I'm ballin' fierce I done shot more jumpers than that Paul Pierce Or Kevin Garnett, 'cept I don't even break a sweat I'm flying learjet, all glass clear jet Me and Migos stack casinos, DJ Drama We on vacation, we skyscrapin' in East Bahamas Jumping out the gym Jumping out the gym No Clyde Drexler money Jumping out the gym Jumping out the gym Jumping out the gym No Dominique money Jumping out the gym Dominique back in the day Man they jumpin' out the gym, Wilt Chamb With a shot like 'areemm Abdul-Jabbar Or lay it up like Nate Archibald 21 bands on me, Dominique Shoot a nigga lights out, Pistol Pete And I called them Birds Beyonce, 'Cause they look good and you know they gon' sing Thirty-one[?] I dropped 3, it wasn't nothing, Reggie Miller I'm jumpin out da gym, Yao Ming You're short similar to a[?] A nigga keep a steel like[?] Black and grey...[?] ...Larry Bird...[?] You gon give her up my eye[?] Shooting jumpshot like Brent Barry, Kyle Korver, Jason Terry And if a nigga try and take my cash, no Pastor Troy, but we ready Jumping out the gym Jumping out the gym No Clyde Drexler money Jumping out the gym Jumping out the gym Jumping out the gym No Dominique money Jumping out the gym Out the gym, straight to Lennox How I do's it nigga? Got a plug down in Louie, don't even use it nigga Got a plug in every city for my shoes nigga Walk in the store with straight cash, nigga no issue They like T James! Thats my nigga! You a real nigga bruh thats why we fuck with ya My reply is always humble nigga never brag Tell that cute bitch show me where the elevens at You want them Jordans, nigga? I'm on the Air Max Tryna ball with me ain't safe nigga air bag You sleeping on the fly nigga call it jet lag Money making moves nigga call it step back James Jumping out the gym Jumping out the gym No Clyde Drexler money Jumping out the gym Jumping out the gym Jumping out the gym No Dominique money Jumping out the gym