Lyrical Breakdown of Black Ops 3 - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Black Ops 3" 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 "Black Ops 3" 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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I keep that hot shit like a Tea pot
OG stuffed in a cookie jar
Pull up, boy you better have the guap
Im a doctor, give ya pussy ass a shot
While he was on a hill, i was somewhere in the field
Now I'm working towards a billon, now I'm living in the hills
Tuck in my drawls, bitch i got that tommy hill
Figure if it sizzle's, its a scary site ew
Pussy you be talking bout a bunch of nonsense
Money all up on my concious
Latex, we can get it poppin'
Led Zeppelin, and you know how I'm rocking'
I'm riding with the mop, going up like a stock
Whats up in my pocket? its a muthafucking knot
Pull that bitch out make it rain on a thot
My pistol got a dick, make it piss on a opp
10, 20, 30, Bullets flying like birdy
I'm a Chiraq warrior, and I'm balling like I'm Curry
If you looking for Chief Sosa, what? eating curry
You eating on that bitch, she was sucking me early
Choppa click clack, dududu, make him twirl
Keep talking all that shit, now he screaming like a girl
I do this shit for blood and my boolin' sound
When i start cappin, thats my coolin' sound
Damn Sosa how you get the tool inside?
I load this muthafucka and I do his ass
Bullets eat his skin, bitch fool his ass
Fly shit, Peacoat got my tool inside
Runnin' from the cops, dodging hole pots
When it comes to guap, get a whole lot
When it comes to opps, get a toe tag
Fuck nigga thought i wasn't on that
I keep that hot shit like a Tea pot
OG stuffed in a cookie jar
Pull up, boy you better have the guap
Im a doctor, give ya pussy ass a shot
While he was on a hill, i was somewhere in the field
Now I'm working towards a billon, now I'm living in the hills
Tuck in my drawls, bitch i got that tommy hill
Figure if it sizzle's, its a scary site ew
Pussy you be talking bout a bunch of nonsense
Money all up on my concious
Latex, we can get it poppin'
Led Zeppelin, and you know how I'm rocking'
I'm riding with the mop, going up like a stock
Whats up in my pocket? its a muthafucking knot
Pull that bitch out make it rain on a thot
My pistol got a dick, make it piss on a pop
Im digital, like Sonny nigga
Do something, go and get some money nigga
For I hit ya ass with the tommy nigga
I ain't winnie the poo, this ain't honey nigga
Acting like you want smoke, you funny
Doing walk up with the pistols, you running
I talk all this shit, cause i can back it up
Note to this bitch, I'm acting up
Who the fuck you is, bernie mac it up
Like cash doll, bitch I'm accurate
Hop in my car, and I rev it up
RIP to the damn competitors
Bitch im a predator
Had a meeting at 10, would never let us up
Don't be up in the line when I'm balling guns
Fuck nigga better not blow ya nose at us