Lyrical Breakdown of Excited - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Excited" 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 "Excited" 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 don't lose, I just win
Two my fans look like twins
Cops grab me, say nothing
I don't know, I just land
His bitch just land, she say she excited
Party at my house, bitch, and you're invited
Come through, you an opp, we gon shoot you
You say you smoking pack, that shit booboo
Diamonds moving on my neck, this shit Voodoo
Coming through a lot of weapons and toolzoos
I'm cruising while you're losing
What you say, I say I got my movement
I am quick to shoot it, if you fucking with my moola
I smoke a lot of weed, it's fucking up my breathing
She wanna fuck me for some weave and
I can't wife no bitch, I'm leaving
Say hello to my Tec
Since you wanna flex, it's on your chest
Say you wanna pull up, then it's a bet
Bullets gonna land right where you're sitting at
I don't lose, I just win
Two my fans look like twins
Cops grab me, say nothing
I don't know, I just land
His bitch just land, she say she excited
Party at my house, bitch, and you're invited
Come through, you an opp, we gon shoot you
You say you smoking pack, that shit booboo
Diamonds moving on my neck, this shit Voodoo
Coming through a lot of weapons and toolzoos
Bitch twerking while you're working
Bitch I flex a lot on purpose
Let a nigga try to hurt me
He gonna piss off the thirty
Johnny pissed on my jewelry
I wear it, I ain't worried
Your bitch on my dick and on my nerves
She think I like her
Bitch I'm G'd down to my feet
Twenty G's down to my feet
SRTs and M's all over my truck
Can't no nigga beat me
I don't lose, I just win
Two my fans look like twins
Cops grab me, say nothing
I don't know, I just land
His bitch just land, she say she excited
Party at my house, bitch, and you're invited
Come through, you an opp, we gon shoot you
You say you smoking pack, that shit booboo
Diamonds moving on my neck, this shit Voodoo
Coming through a lot of weapons and toolzoos