Lyrical Breakdown of 10 Summaz - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "10 Summaz" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how 2 Chainz weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "10 Summaz" 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 2 Chainz 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 2 Chainz's narrative.

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A nigga hot, like ten summers Ten chains on, walking in a Benihana My money long, like ten Hummers I been getting to the money the last ten summers Ten summers, ten summers I been getting to the money the last ten summers My money long, like ten Hummers That nigga full of shit, somebody call the plumber A nigga hot, like ten summers Ten chains on, walking in a Benihana My money long, like ten Hummers I been getting to the money the last ten summers You know I keep it G, like ten hundreds I won't fuck that nasty bitch wearing ten condoms The chain cost me like ten Hondas 2Pac, dear ma, I'm tryna kill something You know I do this on the regular, I'm telling ya I smoke loud though, I don't smoke no regular Dear John letter to all my competitors: I dumped my last girlfriend because she wasn't wet enough If I hear about a lick, I'm like "bet it up" I got a young bitch that could set it up Summertime, I'm about whatever, bruh, and I'mma need a handicap sticker cause my whip is dumb Ten summers, ten summers I been getting to the money the last ten summers My money long, like ten Hummers That nigga full of shit, somebody call the plumber A nigga hot, like ten summers Ten chains on, walking in a Benihana My money long, like ten Hummers I been getting to the money the last ten summers I fell in love with that money, she fell in love with my schwag Too fly for these niggas but we knee-deep in that trap You just getting that bread, since Bin Laden been dead Killing these niggas, wrist might get time in the feds I'm stunting, Evel Knievel, dirty Sprite by the liter Let that top down on my Beamer til' I'm tired of balling like Tila On the books just like De La, get you knocked right out your FILA Have your neighborhood drug dealer, just shoot yo' ass and peel out You know I got the streets hotter than the Gates of Hell Six for the nine-piece but you make it twelve It's simple math, yeah, we got the yola Twenty million strong, MMG taking over Ten summers, ten summers I been getting to the money the last ten summers My money long, like ten Hummers That nigga full of shit, somebody call the plumber A nigga hot, like ten summers Ten chains on, walking in a Benihana My money long, like ten Hummers I been getting to the money the last ten summers Ten summers, ten baby mommas Yeah, I got my baby girl tatted on my stomach Ten thousand worth of tats like an esé I got a bag of pills, who wanna play them ex-games? I do this for the trap cause I'm a trap star Inside of my car look like a laptop Outside of my car look like a crack spot and If you think you're lucky, it depends on your crap shot Baby, let me put my stick up in your matchbox All my verses hot, you might pass out Got your girl smoking loud with her ass out and If you didn't know then, bitch, I'm the man now Hot Ten summers, ten summers I been getting to the money the last ten summers My money long, like ten Hummers That nigga full of shit, somebody call the plumber A nigga hot, like ten summers Ten chains on, walking in a Benihana My money long, like ten Hummers I been getting to the money the last ten summers