Lyrical Breakdown of Beat It - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Young Dolph weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Beat It" 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 Young Dolph 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 Young Dolph's narrative.

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Uh, uh This shit no pen, no pad (Denaro, where the love at?) (where the love at?) Uh, let's go I get the pack and I beat it, I beat it, beat it, beat it, uh Too much drip and I make yo' bitch eat it (drip, drip, eat it up) I slide with the baby K, I'm undefeated (brrt) Yeah, I'm undefeated (brrt-brrt) Play with my gang, make yo' ass need a deacon (outta there) Yup, I'll make your ass need a deacon (he gone) Put loads in them drums, on your block and we beat it (brrt-brrt) I get the pack and I beat it, I beat it, beat it, beat it, uh Too much drip and I make yo' bitch eat it (drip, drip, eat it up) I slide with the baby K, I'm undefeated (brrt) Yeah, I'm undefeated (brrt-brrt) Play with my gang, make yo' ass need a deacon (outta there) Yup, I'll make your ass need a deacon (he gone) Put loads in them drums, on your block and we beat it (brrt-brrt) Beat it, beat it, beat it 556 Michael Jackson, yeah, I make you beat it I got big racks in them Glocks when you see me (uh) High-speed, the narc's can't stop in the Hemi (yoom, outta there) Uh, nah, I can't stop in the Hemi (uh-uh) Late-night creepin', I slide with them gremlins Barrels and bodies, you know we got plenty (no cap) Bitch, this a Drac', I ain't tuckin' no semi (brrt) They stealin' my style, so I had to switch it up I got the juice like a sippy cup Uh, I hit this bitch from the back and I told the ho get it up Run up on me, ambulance gon' pick ya up (brrt-brrt) Uh, uh, yeah, they gon' pick ya up (brrt) Uh, bad ass nigga makin' plays out a steamer truck (yoom) I had no choice but to get it up (trap) Let's go I get the pack and I beat it, I beat it, beat it, beat it, uh Too much drip and I make yo' bitch eat it (drip, drip, eat it up) I slide with the baby K, I'm undefeated (brrt) Yeah, I'm undefeated (brrt-brrt) Play with my gang, make yo' ass need a deacon (outta there) Yup, I'll make your ass need a deacon (he gone) Put loads in them drums, on your block and we beat it (brrt-brrt) I get the pack and I beat it, I beat it, beat it, beat it, uh Too much drip and I make yo' bitch eat it (drip, drip, eat it up) I slide with the baby K, I'm undefeated (brrt) Yeah, I'm undefeated (brrt-brrt) Play with my gang, make yo' ass need a deacon (outta there) Yup, I'll make your ass need a deacon (he gone) Put loads in them drums, on your block and we beat it (brrt-brrt) Go (go), go (go), go (go), go, let's go (skrrt) Lay in the bushes, aim in through the scope Wait on this fuck nigga to walk out the door Made millions off rap, but I love sellin' dope Most valuable player, boy, go ask your ho (ayy) Two to the chest and one to the head And that's when we fled when he hit the floor (bah) Do I get along with rappers? No But ask the trappers 'bout me, bitch, I'm the G.O.A.T (Dolph) Whole lotta motherfuckin' ice 'round my throat (woo) Business meeting with the plug on the boat (yeah) Bad Puerto Rican bitch need some blow (yeah) She too fine, but I don't trust a ho (uh-uh) She drinkin' wine and I poured me a four She called her friend, now I'm fuckin' 'em both (ah, ah, ah, ah) Clutchin' my Glock while they both give me sloppy Seven figures at the stash house in Raleigh (racks) Nothin' but choppas at the house in Bartlett (yeah-yeah) We ride Hellcats, not no motherfuckin' Harleys Trust nobody 'cause I'm cold-hearted My young nigga Big Unccc, bitch, he the hardest Let's go I get the pack and I beat it, I beat it, beat it, beat it, uh Too much drip and I make yo' bitch eat it (drip, drip, eat it up) I slide with the baby K, I'm undefeated (brrt) Yeah, I'm undefeated (brrt-brrt) Play with my gang, make yo' ass need a deacon (outta there) Yup, I'll make your ass need a deacon (he gone) Put loads in them drums, on your block and we beat it (brrt-brrt) I get the pack and I beat it, I beat it, beat it, beat it, uh Too much drip and I make yo' bitch eat it (drip, drip, eat it up) I slide with the baby K, I'm undefeated (brrt) Yeah, I'm undefeated (brrt-brrt) Play with my gang, make yo' ass need a deacon (outta there) Yup, I'll make your ass need a deacon (he gone) Put loads in them drums, on your block and we beat it (brrt-brrt)