Lyrical Breakdown of Blocka - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Blocka" 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 "Blocka" 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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Franklin and Choppa Can't trust every face bitch I gotta watch That's why I need Ben Franklin and Choppa Can't trust every face bitch I gotta watch 'em That's why I need Ben Franklin and Chop' (bang, ayy) Try me and we gon' send you to the doc' Got plenty Glocks, FNs and chops They go blocka Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang Who talkin' about Almighty Sosa? Bang bang Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang Who talking about Almighty So? (bang bang bang, ayy) Who talking about Almighty So? (bang bang) Pull up flexin' on everybody I see Everybody wanna be like Keef Everybody don't like Keef But won't nobody try Keef Like a hookah, smokin' Tooka You smokin' fufu, call it G Bitch, I ain't no fucking Mubu I'll leave you Tutu (bang bang bang) Guns go blocka (bang bang, bang bang) Sosa a crazy mothafucka (bang bang) Choppa, Bang Glocks, FNs, and Macs, we goin' to an opera (bang bang) Round, shootin' niggas down (Bang) Where my fuckin crown? (huh) Bitch, I'm King Glo (King Glo, Almighty) Tryna copy my style, no Kinkos (no kinkos, kinkas) I'ma lion from the wild, you a fish, Finding Nemo Actin' like Sub Zero, gon' leave his ass defroze I'm flexin' on, niggas pissed I see you walkin', got a pistol (bitch) Shoot it at me, you know I'm down lil nigga I can fuck your sister and your mama, lil nigga (lil nigga) You don't want no drama, lil nigga (lil nigga) Bullets flying like comets, lil nigga (lil nigga, like comets) Choppas go brrocka brrocka, lil nigga Block guns go bang bang and ping ping 30 shots in this ning ding Got a 50 and a 40, ayy, lil shorty You ain't got more money than my shorties I gave some money to my shorties They gon' come and kill your ass for me Blocka, blocka, scoppa Pussy nigga, I need an Oscar I need a Grammy for my grandmama, ayy Flexin' on every woman, everybody, let they know (flex) I mean, act like they ain't know (haha) Sosa was gonna blow, makin' big dough Now I'm with Interscope Jimmy Iovine, fuck with me though (what up) Chris, fuck with me though (Chris) Tadoe, that's my cousin though, ayy You know how I'm rockin' though (how I'm rockin') Pistols get to poppin', hoe (bang) You tell me you love me, stop it hoe (stop) Tryna set me up for my diamonds, hoe (dang) I'ma shoot you right there in your throat (bang) Put this dick down your throat (bang) Send your lil dumbass home (haha) You a thot but you thought I was wrong (nah) Wanna Glo? Just be like Chief Keef, 'lieve me (Almighty, hear me out) Who these niggas? I don't know these peewees (nah, what this about?) Bitch, I'm rockin Herman's peewee (Herman's, get me out) Gold, my necklace look like peepee Can't trust every face bitch I gotta watch 'em That's why I need Ben Franklin and Chop' (bang, ayy) Try me and we gon' send you to the doc' Got plenty Glocks, FNs and chops They go blocka Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang Who talkin' about Almighty Sosa? Bang bang Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang Who talking about Almighty So? (bang bang bang, ayy) Who talking about Almighty So? (bang bang)