Lyrical Breakdown of Psych Ward - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Psych Ward" 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 "Psych Ward" 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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Psych Ward
In'm with the Psych Ward
I be coolin' in a Psych Ward
I got some niggas in the Psych Ward
And they be totin' right for us
We tote 40s with the 30s, piped all
Make them pipes bite y'all
You gon' need insurance, Geico, aye
In a Psych Ward you see
A bunch of crazy muthafuckas
Go on Glo Gang territory, you'll see
A bunch of anti-380 muthafuckas
And they gon' blast
They ain't gon' let yo ass get past
And they gon' hop up in 'them cars and do the dash
Like I taught 'em
Bitch, I'm Almighty Sosa
Bitch, you can call me Almighty Sosa
Cuz I get cheese
My niggas in the streets droppin' G's
The only grand that I like is Ben Franklin, broccoli and cheese
And I'm crazy like they want me to be
Bitch you crazy
I make bitches go insane, aye
My wrist look crazy
And my necklace go insane, aye
My earrings crazy
Don't make this pistol go insane
Tryna to rob Almighty mane
Don't ever tell Almighty what Almighty can't
I'm always glo'in, I blocked the ring
And Cinderella is my choppa name
She be cleanin' shit up like my maid
And she very mighty like my name
I be coolin' in a Psych Ward
Aye, I got some niggas in the Psych Ward
Bitch, we got pistols, what we fightin' for?
And tell me, what you bring a knife for?