Lyrical Breakdown of In It - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "In It" 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 "In It" 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'ma smoke ya, smoke ya, smoke ya, ayee Kush I'm smoking, smoking, smoking, ayee Big ass four oh I am toting, ayee Don't make me put this bitch in motion I'm off a flat, I don't know where my car went I named my nina Gina just like Martin My blunts look like Peter Swear it got rolls in it She ask me why my pants sagging, cause bankrolls in it Wait, hold on, aye I'm smoking on a big blunt of Carlton Tryna figure out where my car went I think I parked it up that mountain I don't know, I was off Xanax, ayee I don't know, bitch, I was off ten flats, ayee I don't know, I was off them ten blunts, ayee I don't know, I was high as a fuck, ayee They know I don't give no fuck, ayee Come through, catch your bitch ass Light you up, candle up, ayee Tell your mans to get up, eey 50 knock him down, he can't get up, ayee Smoking tooka, tooka, tooka I'm smoking tutu like a hookah I'm smoking tutu like a blue one A blue cigarette, alright now You gon meet my two drums I'ma smoke ya, smoke ya, smoke ya, ayee Kush I'm smoking, smoking, smoking, ayee Big ass four oh I am toting, ayee Don't make me put this bitch in motion I'm off a flat, I don't know where my car went I named my nina Gina just like Martin My blunts look like Peter Swear it got rolls in it She ask me why my pants sagging, cause bankrolls in it Flexing on em Baby girl, I'm counting checks up on em I got these bitches wet up on em Niggas can't even get seconds from em And I don't even pay them, though But my shit playing on the radio That's if I want it to You know I don't give a fuck or two, though I ain't got no Hublot Got a Breitling with about eightytwo stones I got a chain with about eightyfour stones And I'm only eighteen, what you on? I'm off this Xanax right now Need a fucking flat right now I'm smoking on this blunt right now Still screaming fuck rehab right now I'ma smoke ya, smoke ya, smoke ya, ayee Kush I'm smoking, smoking, smoking, ayee Big ass four oh I am toting, ayee Don't make me put this bitch in motion I'm off a flat, I don't know where my car went I named my nina Gina just like Martin My blunts look like Peter Swear it got rolls in it She ask me why my pants sagging, cause bankrolls in it