Lyrical Breakdown of Hobby - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Hobby" 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 "Hobby" 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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Zaytoven Ayy, DooWop What you on, bro? Get guap, get guap, get guap Sucka, get guap, get guap Woo woo Woo woo (No one else is comin') Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo Bitch, I know them gunnas (woo-woo, woo-woo) Bitch, I smoke the ganja (woo-woo-woo, woo-woo-woo) Bitch, I rock Ferragamo Don't fuck up my Ferragamo (woo, woo) Fourteen hunned for the Hermes (phew, woo) Thirty shots, fuck with my money (woo-woo) I'm the best that ever done it (woo-woo) I swear no one else is comin' 'Cause I don't see you niggas I swear I feel like I a blind man Bitch, I'm gettin' money That's why these niggas, they don't like me Well, I don't like ya neither But I like Maseratis (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt) Sippin' lean, ain't got no fever Man, that shit got me drowsy Now I'm 'bout to go to sleep and Still wake up gettin' money Tadoe off the molly Man, Tadoe so retarded Don't get wet up, Aquafina Man, that shit is a hobby What time is it? 10:17 and It's me and Guwop All these bitches wanna eat us It's a Glo Gang party I put fours up on my Beamer So I can flex this summer (bitch) It's so many damn Chief Keefers But they ain't gettin' no money All these niggas stuntin' That's how all these niggas comin' But they ain't comin' behind me All these niggas dummies I'm 'bout to take a trip to London I got every bitch in London Paris hoes don't speak no English I was out there tryna fuck 'em Gettin' head, smokin' on this Keisha Go get you some money And make that a hobby