Lyrical Breakdown of Got - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Got" 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 "Got" 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'm wall climbing, on the rocks
You want problems
What you wanna box?
You got the time?
You got the clocks?
You got your 9?
You got your glock?
You got your house?
You got a car?
You got some money?
You got a knot?
I wanna know
Tell me what you got
I already know
That ain't what you got
Pull up i8, put up your hemi
I got the chopper
I got the semi
My little niggas will snatch you out your Fendi
Guns with the Terror Squad
Call em' Martin and Remy
I ain't a player I crush a lot
Call me Big Pun
Cause she can't get in my pool
She call me boring
I be smoking weed a lot
I bought a foreign
Hoe I know you called two times
Bitch I'm ignoring
I got 8 hoes in my house
I Flava Flav em
Doing 80 down my block like fuck the neighbors
They say my car is like
I hit the neighbors with tasers
I hit my arsenal like White Castles
Bitch what you craving?
I'm wall climbing, on the rocks
You want problems
What you wanna box?
You got the time?
You got the clocks?
You got your 9?
You got your glock?
You got your house?
You got a car?
You got some money?
You got a knot?
I wanna know
Tell me what you got
I already know
That ain't what you got
I already know you don't wanna smoke
You already know I'm riding in a boat
Like a with a cantaloupe
You already know that I'm in the dough
In the Gucci store Sosa for the 4
Yeah you know how I get it hoe
Hit the block car look like a shotgun
You know how I'm bending hoe
Hit the Louis store and you know
I paid a couple thousand for some penny loafers
Went in Barneys and saw a all red pair of Margielas
And I'm like gimmie those
Aye if you want my house shoes went in the Nike store
Give me like 50 of those
100 hoes in the house
But you know Chief So fucked like 50 of those
He came with an ounce
I need more than that
Well at least about 50 of those
Don't fuck kiddy hoes
Why they act like that, only Lord really knows
Hey what's the dealeo?
Remember having snot nose
Chain got a pissy nose
Boolin with the gang
I ain't got time for these silly hoes
I'm wall climbing, on the rocks
You want problems
What you wanna box?
You got the time?
You got the clocks?
You got your 9?
You got your glock?
You got your house?
You got a car?
You got some money?
You got a knot?
I wanna know
Tell me what you got
I already know
That ain't what you got