Lyrical Breakdown of Shittin On The Industry - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Shittin On The Industry" 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 "Shittin On The Industry" 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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(Zaytoven) paper Route Business It's Dolph We runnin' circles 'round these fuck niggas Hey, hey I got ten grams of strong in a raw cone (Woah) your bitch just jumped in my Car with no drawers on (Damn) You still got it 'cause you got bad, bitch Mine all gone (What?) I'm iced out, but I ain't even got it all on Ayy (Woo) Uncle told me keep a backup plan to fall on (Okay) i'm doin' shows But still got five plugs to call on (Hello?) My favorite tool was the Scale before the microphone (What you tryna get?) Post up in your hood with that sack And treat it like it's home (Turn up) Fuck the rap game It's full of flodgin'-ass niggas (I swear) I came from the hood with Nothin' but robbin'-ass niggas (South Memphis) Most of these niggas lame as fuck Ain't never had no cake (Haha) Yeah, every day our birthday That's why we celebrate, ayy This bitch all up in a rich nigga face (What the fuck?) ayy, my nigga Come get your bitch and put her in her place (It's Dolph) You see this shit around my neck, boy I'll die about it (Hey) Used to be fucked up, went and got a Million, nigga, I ain't cry about it, ayy (Paper Route Empire) I just scratched your main bitch off my list Nigga (Bitch) I spent your favorite rapper Advance on my wrist, nigga (What?) i'm eatin' steaks and drinkin' Syrup in Ruth Chris, nigga (Hey, hey) you wanna know who runnin' shit? Go ask your bitch, nigga (Uh, huh) I just scratched your main bitch off my list Nigga (Bitch) I spent your favorite rapper Advance on my wrist, nigga (What?) i'm eatin' steaks and drinkin' Syrup in Ruth Chris, nigga (Hey, hey) you wanna know who runnin' shit? Go ask your bitch, nigga (Uh, huh) I just asked your sister what That pussy hittin' for? (What up?) I just scratched your main bitch off my list Bruh (Check) Got a spot out in Vegas Just to hide the paper (Woo) Got a house out in Bartlett Just to hide the choppers (Grrah) Glock 90, six pounds, stashed it in my locker (I been trappin') went to class and told the Teacher I ain't doin' shit (Naw) If I ain't sellin' weed I'm skippin' school with a bitch (Yup) Guess who baby mama DM'd me Said "You the shit?" (Who, bruh?) I would tell you But I'm always startin' shit (Damn) This Rollie got them Hammer Time rocks They too legit (Woo) I'm all about my paper I don't indulge in foolishness (Nah) Yeah, you a good rapper But I really know you a bitch (Bitch) These rappers mad at me They askin' what's the big deal? (Woah) To get to where I'm at Them suckers signed six deals (Damn) Just scored a sixty pack and hid 'em at your bitch crib (yeah) No, I ain't got no rap enemy I'm just shittin' on the industry I just scratched your main bitch off my list Nigga (Bitch, it's Dolph) I spent your favorite rapper Advance on my wrist, nigga (What?) i'm eatin' steaks and drinkin' Syrup in Ruth Chris, nigga (Hey, hey) you wanna know who runnin' shit? Go ask your bitch, nigga (Uh, huh) I just scratched your main bitch off my list Nigga (Bitch) I spent your favorite rapper Advance on my wrist, nigga (What?) i'm eatin' steaks and drinkin' Syrup in Ruth Chris, nigga (Hey, hey) you wanna know who runnin' shit? Go ask your bitch, nigga (Uh, huh) (16 Zips)