Lyrical Breakdown of CHARGED UP - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "CHARGED UP" 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 "CHARGED UP" 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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Damn, son, where'd you find this? Who dat pulling up at the back of a Lamborghini boy? My son think that I'm a genie boy Aye These niggas talk like hoes, might as well wear a bikini, boy Aye, my wrists, that's that Fiji, boy Yeah Knocking on your window with a squeegee, boy Aye Talking dirty, make us clean it, boy Hardly sleep, so ain't no dreaming, boy I don't trust you, you look sleazy, boy Real trap shit I just made this shit look easy Put two watches on her, named her Mario and Luigi Told them pull up, watch the car They know they got to make it greasy Skirr Momma think I sip too much, she say I gotta take it easy Aye Got some new wheels Say I'm acting brand new, like a Lasko, nigga we offend you It's Alaska when I bring the jury through Aye It's Tokyo when I pull a truck up This bitch talk too much, shh, she need to shut the fuck up Want me to pick her up because she know I'm flexed up Real patriot, what's on your shirt? Not ketchup If they pick me up, we innocent Aye, aye I take dope like Benadryl Aye, aye, aye Stupid rest them imbeciles Going dumb like I ain't never been to school Aye In the hard top, watch me lift the roof Aye In a hurry, she gon pick and choose Uh Bitch We'll check your ass, now you a swoosh Check your ass, now you a swoosh Sipping on a four of juice Sipping on a four of juice Shoes Off-White but they not white Call the plumber, it's a dirty stuck in the pipe They ain't moving right, we gon get them right Higher than a penthouse is what I'm feeling like You say you was a killer, now you snitching Act like you know the streets, shoulda mind your business Get up off my dick and go find some bitches Niggas be acting like they street, steady lying to bitches Truck got seven speeds, when they get in there, I forgot my keys You love me? Baby, please And that ain't hard to believe, you just going for What you believe because my wrists always on bling Ain't shit falling but some leaves Aye Make a new bitch history I'm cool as I can be Wiped the shades off, I couldn't see Aye You said them Gucci shades with a C? It's something wrong with your G My gas tank on F Aye Your gas tank on E She like you in the Lam' trying to be low key Smoking O's but don't know Romey What it gonna be what it gonna be? Damn Got some new wheels, say I'm acting brand New, like a Lasko, nigga we offend you It's Alaska when I bring the jury through Aye It's Tokyo when I pull a truck up This bitch talk too much, shh, she need to shut the fuck up Want me to pick her up because she know I'm flexed up Real patriot, what's on your shirt? Not ketchup This Chicago, n- n- nigga!