Lyrical Breakdown of Be on It - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Be on It" 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 "Be on 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 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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Bitches see me and my team and be on that300, Glory Boyz, we be on it
I got guap, tell your bitch to get on it
All this dough, rockin' to the top, yeah bitch, get on it
She on it, she see me, she on it
We the Get Money team, you can't get on that
Get off my dick tell your bitch to get on it
She not my bitch, tell your bitch to get on itI'll pull out my dick, tell your bitch to get on that
She like my car, she fucked me in my foreign
She like damn, Sosa, them niggas boring
I'm flexin and finessing and I'm tourin'
Bitch, I'mma finagle when I'm at Fuego
Disrespect my set, hope that boy got a halo
I'm a ballerholic, im bout my pesos
Your bitch keep on calling, tell her to let go
My money stackin' up so high like Lego
Tryin' to be Sosa, this ain't no race, though
Tryin' to be Sosa, homeboy, you can't clone
These bitches know Sosa, he got that Play-DohBitches see me and my team and be on that300, Glory Boyz, we be on it
I got guap, tell your bitch to get on it
All this dough, rockin' to the top, yeah bitch, get on it
She on it, she see me, she on it
We the Get Money team, you can't get on that
Get off my dick tell your bitch to get on it
She not my bitch, tell your bitch to get on itI'm the voice of the streets, you know I own it
I'm talkin' way before this rap I had a foreign
After the show, I fucked your bitch and she was borin'
We came a long way from the slum, now we tourin'
BMG, I put the whole world on it
GBE, Chief Keef, that's my homie
A half a brick, I put a whole nine on it
Warren Sapp, I keep two nines on me
I want the money badge, I have money attached
The money got me geeked – remixing, selling swag
We the finesse kings, rob a nigga with no mask
How to be a millionaire, I'll put you on thatBitches see me and my team and be on that300, Glory Boyz, we be on it
I got guap, tell your bitch to get on it
All this dough, rockin' to the top, yeah bitch, get on it
She on it, she see me, she on it
We the Get Money team, you can't get on that
Get off my dick tell your bitch to get on it
She not my bitch, tell your bitch to get on