Lyrical Breakdown of PROMENADE - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "PROMENADE" 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 "PROMENADE" 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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Think she playin' me, ain't that 'bout a bitch? Ayy (ain't that 'bout a bitch?) On my wrist, bitch, that is 'bout a brick, ayy (that is 'bout a brick) Come this way, play you like a mixtape (play you like a mixtape, yeah) She say my dick is 'bout how much a brick weigh (Damn, son, where'd you find this?) (EarDrummers) It's the DIRTY NACHOS (Yung Rari, Yung Rari) Hit the gas station Doritos, no meat, extra cheese That's the lick (What the fuck is DIRTY NACHOS?) (Yung Rari, Yung Rari) (EarDrummers) I know you goin' through some shit (goin' through some shit) Keep it goin', you gon' be lit (you gon' be lit) I know you dream of chains and a wrist (chains and a wrist) (Trap-A-Holics, real trap shit) When you forty, is you gon' exist? (Is you gon' exist?) Take my goals and scratch them off the list (scratch them off the list, scratch 'em off) And you know that we gotta pay the rent (gotta pay the rent) See them snakes and they gonna hiss (they gonna hiss, yeah) Ain't no playin' me, girl, I ain't a flick (girl, I ain't a flic) (Trap-A-Holics) Think she playin' me, ain't that 'bout a bitch? (Ain't that 'bout a bitch?) On my wrist, bitch, that is 'bout a brick, ayy (that is 'bout a brick) Come this way, play you like a mixtape (play it like a mixtape, yeah) She say my dick is 'bout how much a brick weigh ('bout how much a brick weigh) (real trap shit) Niggas houses lookin' haunted, I don't even want that shit (no, no no) He can have her, he want that bitch (nah) She like to listen to "That's It" She ain't know my dick was that big (nah, nah) Walk and talk then I hit my hit Sara Lee, let me get my bread Kick that bitch out of my bed (get out, mm-hmm) You ain't hood, boy, you a fed Knock your ass out like Craig I'ma journey in the middle like Shrek I be on gang shit all day Beat went off again? Oh my God What you do with lemons? You make lemonade (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) We got clips like the promenade (like the promenade) Blowin' up like a damn grenade (boom, damn grenade) I'm an arsenal, tryna set ablaze (set ablaze) Cops tryna get us every day (every day) Granny was on minimum wage (minimum wage, granny) You a dog, but have you been in the cage? (You been in the cage? No) I'm standin' in a line of apples (yeah) I'm standin' in a line of lines (lines) If I asked how she doin', you know she fine (bang, bang) I hit that bitch so hard that she see stars Might have to beat her boyfriend, let me mop She told me give her Uber a three stars She like, "Why you ain't take me in your car?" (I'm like, "Nah") What you do with lemons? You make lemonade (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) We got clips like the promenade (like the promenade) Blowin' up like a damn grenade (boom, damn grenade) I'm an arsenal, tryna set ablaze (set ablaze) Cops tryna get us every day (every day) Granny was on minimum wage (minimum wage, granny) You a dog, but have you been in the cage? (You been in the cage? No) What you do with lemons? You make lemonade (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) We got clips like the promenade (like the promenade) Blowin' up like a damn grenade (boom, damn grenade) I'm an arsenal, tryna set ablaze (set ablaze) Cops tryna get us every day (every day) Granny was on minimum wage (minimum wage, granny) You a dog, but have you been in the cage? (You been in the cage? No) What you do with lemons? You make lemonade (Yung Rari, Yung Rari) (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) We got clips like the promenade (like the promenade) Blowin' up like a damn grenade (Yung Rari, Yung Rari) (boom, damn grenade) I'm an arsenal, tryna set ablaze (Yung Rari, Yung Rari) (set ablaze) Cops tryna get us every day (every day) Granny was on minimum wage (minimum wage, granny) You a dog, but have you been in the cage? (Yung Rari, Yung Rari) (you been in the cage? No)