Lyrical Breakdown of Police - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Police" 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 "Police" 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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Ay, I don't talk that much
I observe niggas, I read niggas
'Cause me, moms ain't like you if you was slow and
She'd beat yo' ass if you was slow
I always have my eye open when I got them on my motherfuckin' pillow
Don't let us catch you lackin', catch your ass in traffic (bang bang)
Shit is gon' get hectic (bang), ridin' with that MAC-10 (skuduskuh)
Whoop, there go the police (whoop), act like you don't know me (nah)
Smokin' 'til I OD (yeah), bankroll never foldin' (nah)
I done seen some bitches (yeah), pulled up then I get them (skuduskuh)
Tell them bitches get in (skrrt), if you wanna fit in (yeah)
Four thousand for this Moncler (bands), I buy 20 a year (bang)
Don't give a fuck if the sun come (nah), bitch, I'm the sun's son (bitch, I'm the sun's son)
Something like a light pole, ridin' with my 'sciples
Them black disciples, in case you ain't know
I ain't got no jet yet (nah), finna go and get that (yeah)
I buy it, I fit it (yeah), throws out, I shit it (ffff beep)
Ridin' in the Range Ro' (skuduskuh), all I do is change clothes (yeah)
All I do is change hoes (yeah), all I do is change bros (yeah, yeah)
I can't have the same bros (nah), niggas act like snake hoes (yeah)
Bouncin' like a kangaroo, but they wanna hang though (huh)
Don't let us catch you lackin', catch your ass in traffic
Shit is gon' get hectic, ridin' with that MAC-10
Whoop, there go the police (woo-woo), act like you don't know me (nah)
Smokin' 'til I OD, bankroll never foldin' (nah)
I done seen some bitches (yeah), pulled up then I get them (yeah)
Tell them bitches get in (skuduskuh), if you wanna fit in
Four thousand for this Moncler, I buy 20 a year (yeah)
Don't give a fuck if the sun come (nah), bitch, I'm the sun's son
Ridin' up Carlin (skuduskuh), see it then I cop it (yeah)
Pistol, I'ma flop it (bang), fap it (bang), pop it (dududuh)
Ridin' in a red truck (skuduskuh), lookin' like a damn blood (woof)
Sippin' to them damn bloods, yo' girls to them damn crips (yeah)
My niggas comin', doin' hits, don't give no fuck 'bout no camera (nah)
When I look in the mirror, bro, I see a rich nigga (yeah)
'Member when I was broke on Front$treet, sellin' D
And catchin' felonies, now I get paid to make melodies (Front$treet, yeah)
Ay, still Dipset (Dipset, bitch)
Since 20-O-8 (2008), now it's 2014 (2014)
Ay, bitch, and I get my own cake (my own motherfuckin' cake)
Get my steak and I eat my own plate (my own motherfuckin' plate)
I smoke my own blunts (I smoke my own motherfuckin' blunts)
I blow my own gun (I blow my own motherfuckin' gun, bang bang)
I run my whole clique, nigga (I run my whole Glo)
And I'm the youngest nigga (I'm the youngest though)
I got the motherfuckin' largest check (got the largest bankroll)
I got the fuckin' finest bitch (I got the fuckin' finest damn hoes)
Ball got some fine bitches too
Ball got some dime bitches too
Me and ball, we ball, ridin' in Lambo'
Lambo' like hello (hello, hello)
Like Shawty L-O (L-O)
Done it all, bitch, I'm mellow (I'm mellow, lil' nigga)
Pull strings like a cello (like a cello, lil' nigga)
I ain't blue, bitch, I'm yellow (I ain't blue, bitch, I'm yellow)
'Bout my green motherfucker, bitch, I'm ghetto (bitch, I'm ghetto)
You ain't talkin' green, don't call my cello (don't call my cello)
'Bout green, then I push it to the metal (push it to the metal, skrt-skrt-skrt)
Then I roll me a 'rillo