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