Lyrical Breakdown of In The Closet - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "In The Closet" 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 The Closet" 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.
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Sonny Digital
I'm at the top, sky scrape
Balmains and i8's
I'm at the top, bitch, sky scrape
Bitch, I got weed, I got drank
I got money, I got thangs
I got chains, I got cars
I got niggas, I got thots
I got a mansion, fat ass closet
My stick gay, he's in the closet
I got the sig tucked
Put your wig up
Nigga put your cookies up before we make you give it up
The bitch want to be with me
I was so off ran up, on money not on drugs
You dumb fuck, call me big bucks
Big money
I can help but fuck if my reach horny
Then I tell that hoe she gotta go 'cause she's gettin' boring
She think I'm off the Xans and the Percs 'cause I'm trippin'
You get it if she skinny
I get top than I'm dipping
You say that you got shooters
Send some shots, nigga
Call 'em up
Treat these pussy niggas like some paper and I ball 'em up
Throw 'em towards the garbage
If I miss, no Chinese food, B
Aye bro, I'm anti
Why is your bitch talking to me?
Balmains and i8's
I'm at the top bitch, sky scrape
Bitch, I got weed, I got drank
I got money, I got thangs
I got chains, I got cars
I got niggas, I got thots
I got a mansion, fat ass closet
My stick gay, he's in the closet
My stick gay, I go and get him out the closet
He come out that bitch with pride and he picking out the target
I'm sold out in Best Buy
Bitch, get it out of Target
I told him four-five ning ding
I'm finna fart it
If don't nobody tell ya, gots to tell you
You's a shawty
In broad day, we air ya
Ricky Smiley in the morning
Put a cob in the nigga 'cause these niggas be so corny
Can't wake a nigga, up the type to sleep until the morning
Balmains and i8's
I'm at the top bitch, sky scrape
Bitch, I got weed, I got drank
I got money, I got thangs
I got chains, I got cars
I got niggas, I got thots
I got a mansion, fat ass closet
My stick gay, he's in the closet