Lyrical Breakdown of Close That Door - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Close That Door" 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 "Close That Door" 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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(Izze The Producer)
Ayy, ayy
Close that door, ayy
Ayy, close that door
Ayy, ayy
Close that door, ayy ('fore the police come up through here)
Close that door, ayy
Close that door, ayy ('fore them niggas come up through here)
Close that door, ayy
Close that door, ayy (I got some pistols that's up in here)
Close that door, ayy
Close that door, ayy (ayy, fuck nigga, close that door)
Close that door, ayy (I got some missiles that's up in here)
Close that door
When you come in here close that door (I got my niggas they up in here)
Ayy, close that door
Knocking on my fuckin' door
Ayy, come in and close that door
Ayy, what the fuck you want? Ayy
I need to close this door, ayy, ayy
Close that door
That fuck-nigga ain't just close that door, blow his throat, ayy
That fuck-nigga ain't just know his role, blow his nose, ayy
That fuck-nigga steady acting slow, I'ma blow his brain
Cops grab me, I be acting slow, I don't know his name
Close that door
Ayy, close that door
The feds watchin' me, they ain't got nothin' to do
I got ran up upon, the cops came in like, "You"
"You the one that's selling the blows, that's sixty-two"
I got a seventy-five pack, I charge ya sixty-two
I got hoes for sale, for top it's fifty-two
Gave that bitch two-hundred dollars, took the fin and threw it
She suckin' dick, you ho lil' bags, you silly you
Now close that door behind yourself, you lil fuckin' dummy
Close that door behind yourself, you ain't gettin' no fuckin' money
Close that door, girl, don't see I'm countin' this fuckin' money?
And the feds watchin', and I'm still fuckin' stuntin'
Now, close that door (ayy)
Close that door (ayy)
Close that door (ayy)
Close that door (ayy)
Close that door (ayy)
Close that door (ayy)
Close that door (ayy fuck nigga, close that door)
Close that door (ayy)
When you come in here, close that door (ayy)
Close that door (ayy)
Knockin' on my fuckin' door (ayy)
Ayy, come in and close that door
Ayy, what the fuck you want?
Ayy, I need to close this door (ayy, ayy)
Close that door (ayy)