Lyrical Breakdown of Hit A Run - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Hit A Run" 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 "Hit A Run" 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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Got a baddie, it's a thot, a tick for the tock Just my kick, it's a block Like I'm Jenny on my block I know you need a charger, 'cause your phone on two Her best friend throwin' me a party (party) I hope the shit go dumb (dumb) My ex got a new nigga, yeah I hope the bitch don't come (come, come, come) I saw the moon last night (ooh) I thought that it was love (love) When I woke up, she was gone, uh It felt like a hit and run, hit and run Alabama, Louisiana, please excuse my country grammar But it really do not matter, I don't got no fuckin' manners Want a boy like Adam Sandler, drink that shit like it's a Fanta Bakin' soda, I'm in Hammer, whip it, love my grandma In a shell like Indiana, throw it like I'm Peyton Manning Any time I'm in Atlanta, gotta hit up all my dancers Popo barkin', run with hammers, tryna throw me in the slammer Don't just show up with a camera, 'cause it kill, persist that Canon It's that new Star Spangled Banger This that new national anthem You ain't even gotta stand up But, baby put your fuckin' hands up Put them bands up, baby, put them bands up, baby (okay) Put them bands up, baby, put them bands up, baby (okay) Put them bands up, baby, put them bands up, baby (okay) Put them bands up, baby, put them bands up, baby (okay) She hold my bag, it's a lie, got some things I can't drop That's my baby, just my vibe, yeah, this song, got surprised Yeah, I know you goin' through it, 'cause I see right through I know you need a charger, 'cause your phone on two Her best friend throwin' me a party (party) I hope the shit go dumb (dumb) My ex got a new nigga, yeah I hope the bitch don't come (come, come, come) I saw the moon last night (ooh) I thought that it was love (love) When I woke up, she was gone, uh It felt like a hit and run, hit and run I seen her leavin' in Sherman's car, but nothin' for me to call, shit I thought I had game, boy, she would rather leave her exes on the leaderboard It's an evil world, I was thinkin' we was gonna leave tomorrow No, no, don't even really be in the party, I don't even gotta with a DM shawty, I'm tryna play machines Said she bossed up like her daddy with her baby, all that shit fugazi Started duckin', wasn't for the takin', then she confiscated Said I'm tryna go to world war with somebody daughter They ain't gettin' shit, like the vendin' machine is out of order So you gotta shake it, baby, in the spot, I say we gotta shake it I ain't got no kids, but I'm on niggas that look like Claymation Backroad, hit me with the Curry assist, girls with the dirtiest shit Party of six, turnin' into text to text Hot, too close, probably burn your face Got a baddie, it's a thot, a tick for the tock Just my kick, it's a- Feet swollen, runnin' this shit too long Feet swollen, runnin' Feet swollen, runnin' this shit too long I got thirty bitches callin' my two phones They been fuckin' with you, what you do wrong Bitch, you back your shit, get thrown on Feet swollen, runnin' this shit too long Feet swollen, runnin' this shit too long I got bitches callin' my two phones