Lyrical Breakdown of Madder - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Madder" 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 "Madder" 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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Throw your sets up You put the wrong set up Then I blow your head up Fat blunts stuffed crust Yeah fast truck Yeah I'm about that cabbage But I'm still a savage Choppa giving out jobs Nigga go and sign up Smoke cake up in yo shit Nigga put them pies up Sosa walk up in the building And these hoes rise up And I'm getting all this money To make these niggas madder I don't give a rats ass Leave your bitch and boyfriend You get your dumb ass blasted You threw the wrong set up I ain't talking bullet holes But my car will wet up With a bunch of bullet holes Get your shit wet up Knock the hair off your head Nigga fuck your touch luck We rolling down your block Had to give you a heads up You know I ain't talking full When I say I'm fed up I used to beat the lil homie Now I give him lations Hey Sosa whatchu want in this? The cake Girl you can call me sonami The quake Girl I know you use your ponami For bait Don't know if I want the box or the top I gotta debate yeah Throw your sets up You put the wrong set up Then I blow your head up Fat blunts stuffed crust Yeah fast truck Yeah I'm about that cabbage But I'm still a savage Choppa giving out jobs Nigga go and sign up Smoke cake up in yo shit Nigga put them pies up Sosa walk up in the building And these hoes rise up And I'm getting all this money To make these niggas madder I gotta count the benjis The law was out to get me But me and my lawyer We ain't trippin' We beat the case And walk off skippin' Hey boy why yo weed so low I can't hear it My weed so loud Turn it up yeah I hear it That's [???] speakers And I can't hear a peep The way I eat these b's up It could be a secret Throw your sets up You put the wrong set up Then I blow your head up Fat blunts stuffed crust Yeah fast truck Yeah I'm about that cabbage But I'm still a savage Choppa giving out jobs Nigga go and sign up Smoke cake up in yo shit Nigga put them pies up Sosa walk up in the building And these hoes rise up And I'm getting all this money To make these niggas madde