Lyrical Breakdown of Chiefin Keef (feat. Tray Savage & Tadoe) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Chiefin Keef (feat. Tray Savage & Tadoe)" 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 "Chiefin Keef (feat. Tray Savage & Tadoe)" 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.
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Pull up in a foreign (Skrr Skrrr Skrrtt.) She thought she seen a beast
A nigga think I'm going (Heh Heeh Heeeh) I got my thing with me
Glo Gang known for glowin' (Heeh Heeeh) always got a thing or piece
Saying that you blowing (Huuh Huh) but you never seen a piece
I'm high of this earth boy, I'm higher than Jesus be
Coming on my turf boy, you gonna need a Jesus piece
Them bullets fly no Nerf boy, Change yo ass like the seasons be
Niggas say they lookin' for me, I'm with my nina Chiefin Keef.
I'm high of this earth boy, I'm where Jesus be
Shoot a nigga ass, if he don't believe in me
My truck super fast, don't think you leavin' me
Tray Savage got the mac, he make it scream for me
He shot the crowd up, he thought he seen a G
Boy roll your loud up, cause you can't cheef wit me
I got my 9 tucked, we let it meet a nigga
I'm a Glo O Block ass nigga, I put heat to a nigga
And right now I got so much money, I could fuck my teacher nigga
And right now I got so much money, I could fuck my teacher nigga
I be with some killers and them niggas smoke the loudest weed
They got alotta guns, they'll blow you down for me
They rob yo ass, if they find you got some pounds of weed
Shoot a nigga up, he can't get down with me
Like hold up, hold up, Rocket launcher on his shoulder
You get hit with that it's over
On that brick game shit, I told you
My dick where yo hoes at
Tray Savage got the Mac he blows that
Hollows hit his body, body drop
I got a fuckin Glock, with a mop
If Sosa say smoke his ass, then he gon' get popped
We got 100 chops with Glocks with red dots