Lyrical Breakdown of RIDICULOUSNESS (feat. Ballout) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "RIDICULOUSNESS (feat. Ballout)" 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 "RIDICULOUSNESS (feat. Ballout)" 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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Shoutout Mike WiLL (Young Rari) Shawn Ferrari, Ear Drummers (Rari) (What the fuck is Dirty Nachos?) Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (damn, son, where'd you find this?) Ayy, gang (yoom), ayy, gang (yoom), ayy, gang (skrrt) Ayy (skrrt), ayy, gang, ayy (skrrt) Duhduhduh, skuddaskuh, duhduhduh (Trap-a-Holics, real trap shit) Ayy (skrrt), ayy (skrrt) Goin' one-forty-nine in a fifty-five (yoom, fifty-five, skrrt, skrrt) You might see me in the sky, I be really high (dope, dope, dope) Foreign truck, bitch, it ain't nothin' basic (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Smoked the whole blunt, bitch said, "Why you facin'?" (Skrrt) Bitch, you ain't my brother, you can't hit my blunt (no) Lookin' like that nigga and I feel like that (that nigga) Puffin' flute, saxophone, clarinet, ayy (puff, puff, puff, puff) Skinny jeans on tryna stuff the racks (ftftft, beep) Nigga, we don't fall in love with these bitches (no) I ain't goin' out in public with these bitches (uh-uh) She suck me, she suck you, ooh, she vicious, ayy (uh-huh) All these hoes be actin' like bougie bitches (damn) (real trap shit) These hoes can't drive, that shit too ridiculous Somebody call Rob, my watch too ridiculous (it's too ridiculous, bling, bling, bling) Young nigga still on his road to riches (road to riches) Ayy, this dumb nigga spent his cash on dope and bitches (dope and bitches) Grandma say I be on too much ridiculousness, ayy (ayy, ayy, ayy) No computer, we'll wig a nigga shit, ayy (duhduhduh, skuddaskuh) No computer, we'll fix a nigga shit, ayy (skuddaskuh) There go his block, John Wick that nigga's shit, ayy (ayy, ayy) Call Will, we finna hitch that nigga shit, ayy (baow) I named the truck Ludacris, disturbin' the peace (disturbin' the peace, bang) Who you buyin' them pills from? They servin' bleach (they servin' bleach, bang, bang) I got a condo on my neck, who wanna live here? (Bang, bang) We done lost a couple soldiers but we still here (bang, gang) In the V10 rollin' like a wheelchair (skrrt, skrrt) Brick-ass nigga, we got steel fair, ayy (baow, bang, bang) Two-tone Cuban, you might see me in Cuba, ayy (bling, bling) Frozen 'cause my jewler (true) Them ain't VVS, you got yo' necklace from a fooler, ayy (fu-fu, fool) They sold you that in Fuji (in Fuji) My youngin' 'nem woulda got to blowin' at the jeweler, ayy (bop, bop, bop, bop, bop) Sippin' a PT cruiser You know my shit fast, you think it ain't how we be cruisin' Ayy, bitches droolin' on the jewelry Goin' to school to be a doctor so I asked her can she cure me, ayy Seven hundred horses call Polo Nigga, we was lookin' for you, nigga, Marco Polo Grandma say I be on too much ridiculousness, ayy (ayy, ayy, ayy) No computer, we'll wig a nigga shit, ayy (duhduhduh, skuddaskuh) No computer, we'll fix a nigga shit, ayy (skuddaskuh) There go his block, John Wick that nigga's shit, ayy (ayy, ayy) Call Will, we finna hitch that nigga shit, ayy (baow) I named the truck Ludacris, disturbin' the peace (disturbin' the peace, bang) Who you buyin' them pills from? They servin' bleach (they servin' bleach, bang, bang) I got a condo on my neck, who wanna live here? (Bang, bang) We done lost a couple soldiers but we still here (bang, gang) In the V10 rollin' like a wheelchair (skrrt, skrrt) Brick-ass nigga, we got steel fair, ayy (baow, bang, bang) New foreigns outside, they ain't leased Nigga say he in his bag, not more than me Trap house bigger than Uncle Phil crib Nigga, and my mama don't even live here Stuntin' on the counters and the steel chairs Pushin' old money with a wheelchair Call me Ballout, baby, the pills bear On the tour bus and we hit a damn deer Fresh as hell and I ain't goin' to no cemeter' Nigga, don't get put on a obituary