Lyrical Breakdown of Ape Shit - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Ape Shit" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Chief Keef weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Ape Shit" 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 Chief Keef 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 Chief Keef's narrative.
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(Yung Lan on the track)
Yeah, me and my nigga, the Almighty SO'
See y'all fuck niggas out there perpetratin' ballin'
Actin' like y'all gettin' some money or somethin'
(DJ Scream!)
Damn, damn, damn, damn (my name hold weight for real nigga)
Damn (we gettin' that real money), damn, yeah
Damn, yeah (you talkin' trash base around, you feel me?) Damn
Damn (Hoodrich, nigga), damn (it's the Almighty SO')
Damn (it's the DJ Scream, nigga) damn, yeah, damn, damn
(Ayo Sosa, go ape shit on these niggas), yeah, damn
'Member sellin' blows out my grandma house
Now I got enough money, get grandma a house
Try to rob me, I'ma pull that Nina out
It's extended so the clip stickin' out
You lil' Mickey Mouse, don't be snitchin' now
'Cause I'll send my hittas to come chase you down
Nina tote a dildo and she'll dick it down
He say he with the clout, put him in the clouds
I'm thirsty, trigger finger itchin' now
Let me catch a nigga then it's nigga down
I was totin' 50, now I'm pimpin' out
I need to buy some missiles now (Hoodrich)
And go ape shit, go ape shit
Don't make us put them guns in rotation
Nina let me down, then, oh baby
We pullin' out them choppers like the Haitians
Like the 80s, I'm goin' crazy
All this guap, all these foreigns, baby
Lotta shots in all these guns, baby
I know you wanna have my son, baby