Lyrical Breakdown of Michelin - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Michelin" 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 "Michelin" 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 just put a silencer Almighty On my gun Glo Gang Know how we rockin' like cut off stockings Keep kush in our pockets Fuck nigga, stop it I just put a silencer on my gun (ayy, ayy) I'm just like a scavenger on a hunt (gang, gang) These hoes don't like a nigga, they like my money (ayy, ayy) These niggas don't like a nigga, they all want somethin' (ayy, ayy, ayy) Well, I'ma send my savages on a hunt (ayy) I had to put a bounty set on my hunt Show no love, that shit get you killed and get you caught I'm rollin', I'm Almighty Sosa Michelin (ayy, ayy, ayy) Rollin' like the Michelin Man, with my many men, ayy Fuck your petitions man, ayy, let's get it, man, ayy What's up with Benjamin? That's a nigga friend, ayy God came and got me out and let a nigga in I remember pushin' white O's like the Michelin Man I remember robbin' white folks for they shit lil' man I remember totin' my pole ready to get your man I remember sellin' white dough to the piggies man 'Cause they came to get me, man, ayy, at my grandma's house And I let them in but I ain't open my mouth Ayy, they say, "How I get that?" I told 'em my grandma get a damn check Get my damn shit, and I spend it on dope They ask how I sell it, I say I break it up, ho And put it in the bags and then I sell it to those Clucks who come to my door Tryna get a fix though, and buy this shit though I just put a silencer on my gun (ayy, ayy) I'm just like a scavenger on a hunt (gang, gang) These hoes don't like a nigga, they like my money (ayy, ayy) These niggas don't like a nigga, they all want somethin' (ayy, ayy, ayy) Well, I'ma send my savages on a hunt (ayy) I had to put a bounty set on my hunt Show no love, that shit get you killed and get you caught I'm rollin', I'm Almighty Sosa Michelin (ayy, ayy, ayy) Pockets like Michelin, hundred Benjamin's (huh?) Don't do division (nah), on my dividends (on my dividends) 'Cause my homies in penitents (ayy), doin' sentences (doin') Green face my president, hundred Franklins 'Member when I wore the same clothes for a minute, man Now the youngin' countin' bankrolls, makin' millions (millions) So much designer, I might change clothes, True Religion (True Religion) Just might pull up in the Range Rover, hop out minivans (hop out minivans) Kickin' doors with Timberlands (ayy), but I made it out (but I made it out) I just cashed a check, finna spend it on a house (spend it on a house) Just got off the phone with Sosa, he say, "Make it count" (he say, "Make it count") Money on the counter, money on the couch (money on the couch) So we gettin' a check (gettin' a check) You better not send no shots 'cause then we sendin' 'em back I do not like no Prada, wear Giuseppe with that These rappers think they hotter we add pressure to that, ayy (gang) I just put a silencer on my gun (ayy, ayy) I'm just like a scavenger on a hunt (gang, gang) These hoes don't like a nigga, they like my money (ayy, ayy) These niggas don't like a nigga, they all want somethin' (ayy, ayy, ayy) Well, I'ma send my savages on a hunt (ayy) I had to put a bounty set on my hunt Show no love, that shit get you killed and get you caught I'm rollin', I'm Almighty Sosa Michelin (ayy, ayy, ayy)