Lyrical Breakdown of Felt Like Cappin - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Felt Like Cappin" 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 "Felt Like Cappin" 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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Felt like cappin'
I felt like cappin'
I felt like cappin'
I felt like cappin'
In heaven at happy hour
Presidential Rolex, I declare
I don't care what they doing over there
I rock my dreads and a ponytail
I thumb through the cash right in front of folks
AK on the yacht, that's my banana boat
South Florida for the winter, I got sunburn
Half you niggas was some suckers in the lunchroom
I don't care about the tats on your face
Them bitches cost 15 dollars
I don't care about the pills that you take
Them bitches cost 15 dollars
I'm a rich nigga, I take rich drugs
Smoking gas and drinking lean in the strip club
Got too many kids to play with you niggas
I'm lost for words, nothing to say to you niggas
I got a Maybach, a Chevelle, a drop, had a Wrath an Audi Infinity
Got a tour bus that's long as a fucking centipede
Got a Panamera, duley and a sling
Cappin', I'm cappin', I'm cappin', I'm cappin'
I put it in your face like a motherfucking napkin
Got me a Sprinter just to play the fucking game in
At night time I turn that bitch to the fucking Days Inn
2 crosses on and they looking like "ay man"
They looking at me like I'm paid man
It's nothing much that I can say man
'Cause my actions speak louder than my fragrance
Felt like cappin'
I felt like cappin'
I felt like cappin'
I felt like cappin'
I felt like cappin'
I felt like cappin'
I felt like cappin'
Felt like cappin'