Lyrical Breakdown of That Shit Ain't Gonna Work - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "That Shit Ain't Gonna Work" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Timbaland weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "That Shit Ain't Gonna Work" 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 Timbaland 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 Timbaland's narrative.

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Didn't I tell you 'fore I left here Don't fool no guitar And the shit be just tearin' me up Come on, come on You 'bout to witness here A little chip on my shoulder Tim and Maganoo, let me tell you Everyone know I'm a beast When it comes to these beats you can copy me but (Nigga, that shit ain't gonna work) You can sample my drum kicks and my snare Make yo beat and it compares (Nigga, that shit ain't gonna work) You can borrow my MP Even hire Jimmy D to engineer for you (Nigga, that shit ain't gonna work) You can get to CD to Bill If you get any kinda deal still (Nigga, that shit ain't gonna work) I been makin' that fire Before some of you was alive, check the archive (Nigga, that shit ain't gonna work) Forget it if I did a beat And let it come out with your name on the credits (Nigga, that shit ain't gonna work) I'm proper, nobody can stop A nigga pull yo gun and pop a nigga, I promise (Nigga, that shit ain't gonna work) If you get a famous feature on your song Ain't nobody gone sing along (Nigga, that shit ain't gonna work) Before y'all suckaz count me out Before y'all suckaz count me out Nigga, I'm a problem and still can't be figured out Before you come out your mouth Before you come out your mouth Nigga, I'm a problem Now let me shoot you some game Don't be tryna use my name to get you some fame (Nigga, that shit ain't gonna work) Get you two or three platinum chains Big body Benz on thangs ain't gon' be the same (Nigga, that shit ain't gonna work) I'm tired of folks takin' me for a joke I'm 'bout to get my duct tape and my rope Don't be surprised if somebody get choked I'm a problem I told you before I just couldn't hold it no more, now you know (Nigga, that shit ain't gonna work) Keep on playin' them games We gon' start sprayin' them thangs We ain't comin' to complain, somebody gone get hurt I shouldn't have to say it again But I will case you couldn't comprehend (Nigga, that shit ain't gonna work) I hate to repeat myself, you look like you need a lil' help But even when you get it (Nigga, that shit ain't gonna work) You can holla and kick up dirt Get crunk and pull off your shirt, you don't scare me (Nigga, that shit ain't gonna work) Before y'all suckaz count me out Before y'all suckaz count me out Nigga, I'm a problem and still can't be figured out Before you come out your mouth Before you come out your mouth Nigga, I'm a problem You can pay a hooker money Put a gun to her head for the pussy but (Nigga, that shit ain't gonna work) You can take a time machine to my past Kill my mom before my birth (Nigga, that shit ain't gonna work) If you know I'm finna kill you Get the FBI for protection (Nigga, that shit ain't gonna work) Get a face job, that'll make you look like me But you can't write like me (Nigga, that shit ain't gonna work) Get an application for a job Payin' you to breathe, you best believe (Nigga, that shit ain't gonna work) Get a white wife, join a country club Let Fuzzy call you nigga, nigga (Nigga, that shit ain't gonna work) Good face, get Mase to baptize you I don't sympathize with you (Nigga, that shit ain't gonna work) Put a gun to my head, pull the trigger My last words is,? Fuck you, nigga? (Nigga, that shit ain't gonna work) Before y'all suckaz count me out Before y'all suckaz count me out Nigga, I'm a problem and still can't be figured out Before you come out your mouth Before you come out your mouth Nigga, I'm a problem