Lyrical Breakdown of Red - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Red" 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 "Red" 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 got 50 shots on me, I'ma blow it at ya, nigga
I'ma blow it at every fuckin' brick ass nigga that's wit' 'em
Where the hoes at?
'Cause I got some dope and some lean and some liquor
And you know that I'm getting money
That's why my fingers always itchin'
Let a nigga try to take it, his ass gon' get 80
Shots all up in his ass, all up in his head
He tried to take my cash, he ended up dead
My gun was all black, it ended up red
I got 50 shots in my gun
Too much on my mind
Can't trust niggas in my eyes
They snake ass niggas whole time, yeah
Hoes all on my line
This shit goin' too far
Gotta bulletproof my car
Might send shots at one of my opps, yeah
Hollows all up in my gun
Better hope they don't hit your spine
Your ass gon' be done
Heard you had a history, you can't run
They used to have you runnin' with the gun
Now yo' ass can't run
Bullets chase you for me 'cause I can't run
'Cause I got kush all in my lungs
Got so many guns, get shot, which one?
Knock a nigga hand off, now he can't hold no guns
Got shot, now his legs off, now that nigga can't run
Now that nigga can't run
I got 50 shots on me, I'ma blow it at ya, nigga
I'ma blow it at every fuckin' brick ass nigga that's wit' 'em
Where the hoes at?
'Cause I got some dope and some lean and some liquor
And you know that, I'm getting money
That's why my fingers always itching
Let a nigga try to take it, his ass gon' get 80
Shots all up in his ass, all up in his head
He tried to take my cash, he ended up dead
My gun was all black, it ended up red