Lyrical Breakdown of Feds - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Feds" 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 "Feds" 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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EmbedFollow Pull up on them I don't give a fuck I'mma smoke tooka 'til I lose it Hit a nigga with this mothafuckin' Uzi Leave a nigga mothafuckin' clueless Take a Swisher blunt and fill it up I can't hear the noise cause that's how I do it Smoking sticky weed cause that's how I grew it Four wheel drive nigga how I flew it Up this choppa then hit you up Then pick you up that bitch lift you up I dropped some racks and I picked it up Ballin', take the ball and kick it up Pull on your block with a lot of guns Let off a lot of shots now it's red nigga Ain't no yellow tape it's red nigga Still watching out for the feds nigga Hit a nigga up I don't give a fuck I'll do drugs 'til I'm dead nigga Middle fingers nigga no lead nigga Then get shots to the head nigga Come through spark when I can nigga Start running hope yo pussy ass gets winded nigga There's a gun tucked in my unders and up this bitch thunder I'ma chase your ass while you running Smoking sticky pack stinky onion I come though and I'm stunting I'm always fresh like I'm going to a luncheon Spent twenty bands today, got twenty bands this morning I'm in London with Kanye and we smoking on that chronic For him throw your ass in a lake These bullets have your pussy ass running I wonder, I wonder why these fuck niggas be stunting That role you ain't even got to play I know your pussy ass watching Lil' Fufu ass where they do that at Where who be at where you be at Pull up on a nigga block where foolie at Catch your ass nigga where your toolie at I'm high bitch like Cooly ass You ain't making no hits yo bootie ass Come through with my guns and they loonie ass Shooting at any nigga goofy ass My cuckoo ass came through with a mac My Zoes come through and put a tool on your ass You got a lil dash, I got two in the dash Rich fuck nigga gon' lose his gas Got my jewels in the coup and the goo with the loop We be the goo when the goo in the bag Moving the crews and I'm moving the loot Whip pistols, catch you, it's a trap Never like it nigga know how I move With tools a gang a crew and goo Running them hoes get it back them Rolls I loop I loop I loop I loop I don't give a fuck I run my shooters They shoot and shoot and shoot and shoot R.I.P BL double O D soo woo, soo woo, soo woo, soo woo