Lyrical Breakdown of Pardon Em - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Pardon Em" 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 "Pardon Em" 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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Taxing all these niggas, Uncle Sam My forty fell down my pants, pardon him Is that Superman? I thought it was him Riding in foreigns Taxing all these niggas, Uncle Sam My forty fell down my pants, pardon him Is that Superman? I thought it was him Riding in a fucking foreign, Rarri and dem I'd be getting some money if I was dem These niggas ain't getting no money, pardon dem She ride me like a psycho, Harley and dem Who shooting them pipes up? All of dem I be getting high like Molly and dem Bitch, I'm cooling with my shawty and dem Bitch, I'm cooling with my partner and dem When they see that opp, bet they shot at him They was off the drugs, pardon dem I was toting slugs, pardon dem Until them bitches 'came a part of him His chest, his face, every part of him I don't really know, monday I'm popping dem I only knew my fucking momma and dem Snakes in the grass, it's a lot of dem I be getting up off my ass just to watch for dem Taxing all these niggas, Uncle Sam My forty fell down my pants, pardon him Is that Superman? I thought it was him Riding in a fucking foreign, Rarri and dem I'd be getting some money if I was dem These niggas ain't getting no money, pardon dem She ride me like a psycho, Harley and dem Who shooting them pipes for? All of dem Shoes on my feet, I don't know what the fuck they cost But I know how much the fuck they cost They cost fifteen hundred dollars Remeber when I couldn't get a dollar I had to make a fuck nigga holla Pistol to his fucking school and daughter Put this pistol to his fucking mother Told his mama "your son got my cheddar" I don't wanna have to use my Beretta My Beretta go through your damn leather Boy, you better have a teflon Taxing all these niggas, Uncle Sam Sosa, Sammy Sosa, I be him I hit a homerun after party with him Come through shooting up your party and dem Catch you in the lobby, you get lobby left I don't give a fuck, bitch I am a fe-lo-ny Now this felony get cheese This felony got bitches on they knees, making them bleed Counting this cheese, counting them G's, nigga I don't fuck with police, nigga Up this mothafucka, I'm like "freeze nigga, freeze nigga" Taxing all these niggas, Uncle Sam My forty fell down my pants, pardon him Is that Superman? I thought it was him Riding in a fucking foreign, Rarri and dem I'd be getting some money if I was dem These niggas ain't getting no money, pardon dem She ride me like a psycho, Harley and dem Who shooting them pipes for? All of dem