Lyrical Breakdown of Hurry B4 The Gate Close - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Hurry B4 The Gate Close" 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 "Hurry B4 The Gate Close" 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, ayy, gang
They like "So' what shoes them is?", Ion know
Shoot his ass down J. cole, it's FN it's a draco
Naw, it's a AR with 8-0
At the roundtable bout' to mega-toast
With the bread we can make toast
"So' what ya eat?" bitch I ate toast
We got toast, we got bank roll
She don't wanna fuck me, she can say "no"
Said I ain't ask her how her day go?
If she a shitty bitch, Ima A-hole
I was on the block like a Lego, fuck nigga still doin' the same-o
Niggas hatin' feel like I'm Maino and I'm in a SRT truck
The Trackie, not Durango
Ice on my wrist no bingo, all these chains I'm django
Think I sipped too much lean last night, woke up with a hangover
You don't speak my lango, I got a gift and it's a halo
Send ya ass up to heaven, hurry up before the gate close
Whip creams we skate them, pull up on ya in the AM
Pull up on ya in the PM, hope ya ain't with your BM
Trulla, Trulla nigga TM, Shaking BD up with the fetty boys
Coolin' with some ready girls, I think we some ready boys
It's a lotta "Chief Keef BDs", I'm cool but I ain't off CBD
Had to get away from CPD, I don't wanna see no more EBT
We was sliding on EBT, with the Drac no PND
Too turnt, nigga TNT
Put a million dollars in a PNC
Can't wait to pick up another 3 this week
Backyard man I see a creek, 30 cameras so I can see a creep
They everywhere, I can see you sneak
Poppin' E's cause I'm illy, what you gone get is the real me
Sky left if I fell asleep say she love my melody
Bitch, I'm great like Kellogg, we got magazines, catalogs
I got so much ice on, I get 3 million collateral
Make us send shells, to fly past ya that's the point across
The bitch ate my weaner, weaner just like a corndog
She asked me do I watch porn? "No"
Told the bitch "I am a porno", 2 v. 1 like a combat
Say her friend finna come and join though
A pig the only thing that oink though
I got old cake but it's moist though
I got niggas still up in the joint though
Who I sip lean and smoke a joint for
I got niggas up in the grave through
Who I make cake and spend cake for
If ya lowkey nigga lay low
If you're high key everybody know
You in the same places everybody go
Shoot the block up where everybody go
That ain't yo' hoe, that's everybody hoe
How that pussy is? Everybody know