Lyrical Breakdown of Racist - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Racist" 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 "Racist" 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 put big ass rims on my car
Money long, this shit going too far
I pulled twenty bad bitches riding in my car
I told them bitches, bitch I'm freaking you tomorrow
Police pulled me over they thought I was racing
I told 'em my car ain't with the damn pacing
Got my guns from Indiana think they with the Pacers
I only like green, she like boy you racist
Girl I got money all in my fucking pocket
I don't like talking you can leave if you ain't fucking
I ain't want to fuck you anyway bitch you musty
Baby girl you dusty but my car do all the dusting
I'm riding in my Beamer, Beiber bitch, Justin
I'm screaming upsetting these bitch that I'm cussing
She acting like a Bee for the weed bitch be buzzing
I told her 'bout my money, she can go and meet my cousin
Rest in peace Blood if he was here he'll be mugging
My car Superbad I done named it McLovin
I told her I'mma leave my pants on while we fucking
I only want to fuck you for ten minutes then I'm nutting
I'm nothing
I put big ass rims on my car
Money long, this shit going too far
I pulled twenty bad bitches riding in my car
I told them bitches, bitch I'm freaking you tomorrow
Police pulled me over they thought I was racing
I told 'em my car ain't with the damn pacing
Got my guns from Indiana think they with the Pacers
I only like green, she like boy you racist
I'm sipping red, I paid 600 for the pint
800 dollar Margelas, fuck your Nikes
Bitch buggin', told me thousand dollars for the night
I say I'm Chief Sosa, I ain't never paid in my life
Blowing smoke in the police face bitch I know my rights
I don't give no fuck you can tell how I'm running lights
Don't leap if you a frog fuck nigga get hit with pipe
I don't like woods that much, I'm rolling big ass whites
That's big ass joints
Now you know it fuck nigga piped down
I'm so turnt up can't even put my pipe down
I'm so bossed up think I live up in the White House
You see me salute me when you see me or it's fucking lights out
I put big ass rims on my car
Money long, this shit going too far
I pulled twenty bad bitches riding in my car
I told them bitches, bitch I'm freaking you tomorrow
Police pulled me over they thought I was racing
I told 'em my car ain't with the damn pacing
Got my guns from Indiana think they with the Pacers
I only like green, she like boy you racist
I told that bitch she can't touch my dreads
I'm smoking tooka counting on the deads
She say I'm tweaking I ain't even take my meds
Tatted like a Migo bitch my skin filled with lead
Nigga talking down fill him up with lead
I'm flexing so hard, I should buy a watch for my leg
Since he sending messages he get hit in the legs
I'm friends with UPS and Fedex
I'm full I ain't even eat my eggs
I got an uzi with a cooling kit and kick
I start to pour it out, it's pouring out the fifth
I put big ass rims on my car
Money long, this shit going too far
I pulled twenty bad bitches riding in my car
I told them bitches, bitch I'm freaking you tomorrow
Police pulled me over they thought I was racing
I told 'em my car ain't with the damn pacing
Got my guns from Indiana think they with the Pacers
I only like green, she like boy you racist