Lyrical Breakdown of Get The F... Outta Dodge - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Get The F... Outta Dodge" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Public Enemy weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Get The F... Outta Dodge" 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 Public Enemy employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Yo, this is a different neighborhood (Yeah)

You know what I'm sayin'? Word up

Yeah, rockin' on boomin'

They, they got no cussin' version for nobody, man

Rockin' on boomin'

Ya goddamn right

I was wheelin'

Wit' the boom in the back

The treble was level

I like it like that

I was rolly-roll-a-roll rollin'

Five-O looked and said hold it

And I stopped still

I never got ill

'Cause my license was clean an I showed

A peace powwow

Instead of pow pow

I'm straight up and I'm straight

So how you like me now

But I know how you do

You're straight from Babylon

But I know how you do

You're straight from Babylon

They said turn it down

'Cause it's a new law

You never seen us before

But we're raw like a war

They warned me once

They warned me twice

So I knew I was warned

They had it goin' on

I got the f- outta Dodge

Wit' my Bronco

60 Miles per hour

50 Miles to go

And I be pumpin' the sound

Drownin' out the cars

Which tape should I rock

L.L.'s or R.A.'s

I'm in the streets of New York

(Go away)

So I pop in my Kool G Rap 'n' Polo tape

And they was at it again

Sirens in the air

Ah sh-

So I'm outta here

But the blue in the front

Called the blue in the back

They cut me off

Stopped me dead in my tracks

But this is minimal

I'm not a criminal

I always did what I did

Because I'm not a kid

But they looked me down

They stared me down

Told me what I did

I ain't wit' it

'Cause word around town was a stickup

Yeah, yeah, yeah

B-boy n- in a pickup

But I was jeepin' and creepin'

Just a keepin' it down, sound

Here we go the run around

Blamin' me for the hardcore roar

But they the ones wit' the 44's

So I'm coolin'

I know the beat is rulin'

Too loud for the crowd

The bass is large yeah

So I'll get the f- outta Dodge

That's right y'all, el commando

El commando you're in demand-o

Sgt. Hawkes and I'm down wit' the cop scene

I'm a rookie and I'm rollin' wit' a swat team

Packin' a nine can't wait to use it

Crooked cop yeah that's my music

Up against the wall don't gimme no lip son

A bank is robbed and you fit the description

And I ain't your mama and I ain't your pops

Keep your music down or you might get shot

This is a warning so watch your tail

Or I'm a have to put your a- in jail

I'm the police and I'm in charge

You don't like it get the f- outta Dodge