Lyrical Breakdown of Believe - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Believe" 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 "Believe" 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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Sosa, man, what the fuck is going on with you, bro? We been waiting on this Almighty So' two for a minute now, man You say you gon' drop it, then you don't drop it Then you say you gon' drop it again, then you don't drop it What the fuck is going on with you, bro? Yo' lil' ugly ass takin' all day, cluckersy baby, boy, you're barbeque Yo' ass like a hickory smoked house roach Yo' lil' ugly ass, boy Yo' ass like a deep-fried Jamaican pigeon Yo' lil' ugly ass, boy Yo' ass like a old testament demon You ugly as fuck, first of all Then you ain't drop the shit Yo, mother gon' get on yo' ass, boy Yo' ass gon' be barbeque, boy Drop that Almighty So' two right now, bro We need that shit right now The streets need that shit right now Drill need that shit right now, man, drop that shit, man What the fuck is you waiting on, man? On baby Every day, every day, every day Here you come, can't even cook and eat right Here y'all come, here y'all come I don't know who gon' get famous for this shit I don't know who gon' get fame for this shit But I know one thing, when they make it, they leave Never show them niggas your hand Was panhandling before I was handlin' business with pan Private jet so I could take a flight to France Snap ya head, nigga, nah, we ain't snipin' cans We ain't throwin' rocks and hidin' our hands This STO cost me four hundred bands Can't put on another nigga if you ain't puttin' on your mans Since my granny left, nigga, I been goin' in I ain't gon' lie, a nigga sick of buying cars I think it's time for a nigga to do something smart Nigga, I don't even use my garage as a garage Crib in Agoura, tryna find me one on Mars, nigga Can't put on another nigga if you ain't puttin' on your mans Can't put on another nigga if you ain't puttin' on your mans Can't put on another nigga if you ain't puttin' on your mans Can't put on another nigga if you ain't puttin' on your mans I could lay in a ant bed, come out with no ants on me, ayy I could lay in a forest in a tent, come out with a brown bear's head I could live in the jungle and come out with a hyena hat, ayy I'm in L.A. with FN, DooWop got a switch in the 'Raq Got a bitch up in my movie room and I got a bitch in the back Baby hit me up so much, I'ma just start hittin' her back She call me inconsiderate, bae, you talkin' gibberish I hate being delirious, Sosa baby got her furious Was mad my daughter went through a phase of sayin', "Period" BM just said she been gettin' her period I'm like, "Damn, what? Is you serious?" I had to laugh, Jesus, that shit had me furious Tryna learn how to treat these women, man Sad to say I turned out just like my damn daddy, man I'm that kid, I ain't get to be a kid Early age I started selling dope like my people did I was in and out my people fridge Smart as shit, most of the time had to be an evil kid Lit the campfire, nigga, I'm just tryna keep it lit Could've died if the door wasn't open and was locked like Beanie Sigel said Bad-ass jit, always stayed doing illegal shit Had to get it on my own, they ain't wanna give me shit I had cluckers coming askin', "How many can we get?" Kick your door and then we take our split when we split I done been, I couldn't tell you how hard this shit get Keep your heat, make sure you keep your oven mitt Was on the bricks, now my front yard ten thousand bricks High speed, barely got away, I gotta shit Mickey Mouse drum, Nickelodeon, I gotta split Pop out with that shit, porta-potty, I got 'em pissed 1969 Hellcat, Jheri curl slick I'm not the only star, kids ask my cars for pics Pop out with the clique, what's my favorite car to pick? Boy, you better not owe 'em, foenem stomp yo' ass with Ricks Granny said, "I know one thing, yo' ass better get rich" I had to show her, she ain't believe in this shit I could lay in a ant bed, come out with no ants on me, ayy I could lay in a forest in a tent, come out with a brown bear's head I could live in the jungle and come out with a hyena hat, ayy I'm in L.A. with FN, DooWop got a switch in the ride Got a bitch up in my movie room and I got a bitch in the back Baby hit me up so much, I'ma just start hittin' her back She call me inconsiderate, bae, you talkin' gibberish I hate being delirious, Sosa baby got her furious I hate being delirious, Sosa baby got her furious I hate being delirious, I hate being delirious