Lyrical Breakdown of Salty - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Salty" 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 "Salty" 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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You know, Sosa
These hood rats, man,these motherfuckin' rats
They smell that cheese, they wanna get a little closer
You know, start fuckin' with that nigga
(Scream, Scream, Scream)
Jake-ass rats
You see this big money we get now, huh?
Y'all bitches salty as a motherfucker
(Hoodrich)
Yeah
I get guap now that bitch remember me (remember me)
I send shots now them niggas hearin' me (niggas hearin' me)
Step out the cut smokin' like a chimney (smokin' like a chimney)
I got all these racks on me, now she feelin' me
She salty (she salty), she salty (she salty)
She salty (she salty), she salty (she salty)
She salty, yeah, she salty (she salty)
She salty (salty), she salty (she salty)
A hundred thousand for my car keys
A million dollar house key
She only wanna top me
'Cause her boyfriend not me
I'm smokin' on broccoli 'cause it's healthy for me
Plus I'm gettin' a lot of money
I ain't never hungry
Guns like Black Ops 3 if a nigga try to rob me
If a nigga try to rob me, he gon' be salty
Guns sprayin' like Oil Sheen
Hollows get a nigga off me
Make me feel like Pac with me, all eyes on me
Hoes mouth drop when I ride pass 'cause my truck cost a lam
See this ice on my wrist and never when the lights go off like, damn
Ballin' so damn so hard I tried to slam dunk and I broke the rim
Coughin' so damn hard I put three grams in a blunt then I broke it down
Like, "Lemme get high please, get the fuck off me"
Now I'm Almighty and I know you feel salty
Now I only speak guapanese
Play that bitch like the lottery
You could act like you ain't salty
That shit don't bother me
Yeah
I get guap now that bitch remember me (remember me)
I send shots now them niggas hearin' me (niggas hearin' me)
Step out the cut smokin' like a chimney (smokin' like a chimney)
I got all these racks on me, now she feelin' me
She salty (she salty), she salty (she salty)
She salty (she salty), she salty (she salty)
She salty, yeah, she salty (she salty)
She salty (salty), she salty (she salty)
I got all this cash, that bitch is salty
Salute, my real bitches out there
The real bitches hold they nigga down from day one
We respect that