Lyrical Breakdown of Face - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Face" 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 "Face" 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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Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Ay nigga, bang nigga, gang nigga Bang bang, bang I went and grabbed the K Just to spray it, told a nigga andale I went and got the cake Just throw it in this bitch face I went and got the racks Just to go put 'em in a bank I went and got the racks Put 'em in my pocket, not the safe, nigga I pull up, come from skate, nigga Up these Glocks, start skating, nigga Put yo lil body up in a lake, nigga Shoot everybody up in the way, nigga FN by me for these fake niggas I blow a nigga ass down today, nigga It's a homi on the way, nigga Pistols get to bussing at your face, nigga Woop woop, woop, there go the cops (There go the mothafucking cops) Bloop bloop, bloop bloop, there go the Glock (There go my mothafucking Glock) Soowoo soowoo, there go the bloods There go the cuz, there go the crips But I got my pistol up on my hip, gang My niggas gang (kuku, kuku) There go the gang, there go my gang Pistols go bloop bloop, bloop bloop Bang bang, there go them thangs You in yo (?) Hitting the range, hitting the range You niggas fufu, you niggas fufu Niggas is lames, yo niggas is lames Rolling in the tutu, in that tutu That's a coupe, that's a coupe Rolling with the zoo zoo and with the zoo zoo And that's the crew, and that's the crew All I do is loot loot, all I do is loot loot That what I do, that what I do I smoke tutu and I smoke tutu What do you do? What do ya do? I'm rolling in the coupe coupe, in the coupe coupe Me and the Louie, me and the Louie I'm rolling with your boo boo, your boo boo And she be in me too All that fish shit, I boop boop She won't be seeing me too (hell nah) And the silencer go sooh sooh, sooh sooh, sooh sooh She won't be hearing it too I went and grabbed the K Just to spray it, told a nigga andale (Bang, bang, bang) I went and got the cake Just throw it in this bitch face I went and got the racks Just to go put 'em in a bank I went and got the racks Put 'em in my pocket, not the safe, nigga I pull up, come from skate, nigga Up these Glocks, start skating, nigga Put yo lil body up in a lake, nigga Shoot everybody up in the way, nigga FN by me for these fake niggas I blow a nigga ass down today, nigga It's a homi on the way, nigga Pistols get to bussing at your face, nigga Cops grab me They want some answers, I want some ganja I ain't telling, where my lawyer? Where my mama? I ain't better, nigga ain't no mothafucking snitch Nigga ain't no mothafucking bitch Catch yo ass after work, get hit with this clip, bitch Swear these cops ain't shit without they badge They some bitches And I swear I ain't shit without that mothafucking cash, I know (I admit it) I swear I get that mothafucking cash, I blow (I spend it) And I roll right pass yo mothafucking ass, I know (I get it) You ain't talking 'bout mothafucking cheddar, got Beretta, hit you in yo leather (Bang bang) The bitch gave me sloppy toppy, I told her get some Listerine and then get it better Popping on a (?) Baby yo heart saying skip From O-6-4, it's no fifth Remember posted up on the (?) I went and grabbed the K Just to spray it, told a nigga andale (Bang, bang, bang) I went and got the cake Just throw it in this bitch face I went and got the racks Just to go put 'em in a bank I went and got the racks Put 'em in my pocket, not the safe, nigga I pull up, come from skate, nigga Up these Glocks, start skating, nigga Put yo lil body up in a lake, nigga Shoot everybody up in the way, nigga FN by me for these fake niggas I blow a nigga ass down today, nigga It's a homi on the way, nigga Pistols get to bussing at your face, nigga