Lyrical Breakdown of It's More - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "It's More" 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 "It's More" 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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For Blood I pour out a 5th, keep on pourin' the shit
In the club standing on the couches, enjoying the shit
She want all of this dick, I give her majority of the dick
Baby I gotta get all this money, need all of the shit
But there's more to this shit, girl it's more to this shit
Girl it's more to this shit
Girl it's more to this shit Baby
It's more to this shit
It's more to this shit
It's more to this shit
All I see green, green, nothing in between
No brown, no white, all I see green
All I see green, love broccoli I eat beans
And I smoke trees, so high like I eat leaves
Aye I roll off with that gwap, like "Beep Beep"
You don't got it like me but yo bitch like Chief Keef
She say she love me, then I leave with my cleats
I know I was driving but I was running up the streets
I walked up in the club, they don't need to see my ID
I ain't got no patience, don't need to see my IV
I picked up some paper tryna see where that's gon' lead
I walked up out the office with a check on 1, 2, 3, 3
For Blood I pour out a 5th, keep on pourin the shit
In the club standing on the couches enjoying the shit
She want all of this dick, I give her majority of the dick
Baby I gotta get all this money, need all of the shit
But there's more to this shit, girl it's more to this shit
Girl it's more to this shit
Girl it's more to this shit Baby
It's more to this shit
It's more to this shit
It's more to this shit
I see blue, blue, no I don't see you
All I see is blue, is that Blue's clues?
If you cross the red, red, shots up in yo head
Ya dead, ya dead, just like my dead presidents
I pulled them Ben Franklins up out my pocket
I know I'm so icy I got my rocket
I gave my tech to ya'll, you know I T-Mac'd it
I took it back a while, this T-Mac spit magic
Hop out that clean, with green, shiny like Oil Sheen
Spraying shit like Mousse, Rudolph where you going?
I'm the king, I'm Mufasa with some wings
I want some Wokcano, I don't want chicken wings
For Blood I pour out a 5th, keep on pourin the shit
In the club standing on the couches enjoying the shit
She want all of this dick, I give her majority of the dick
Baby I gotta get all this money, need all of the shit
But there's more to this shit, girl it's more to this shit
Girl it's more to this shit
Girl it's more to this shit Baby
It's more to this shit
It's more to this shit
It's more to this shit