Lyrical Breakdown of Semi - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Semi" 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 "Semi" 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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Ayy, ayy
G-L-O, ayy
Sosa baby, you know how I'm rocking baby
Cut off stocking, keep kush in my pocket man
A Breitling for the timer, get yo' grind up, nigga
I got a Ruger with a 30, a Glock with a 50
That's eighty shots, hit fifty blocks with the 50
Hit three blocks, with the Ruger blewing niggas dizzy
Niggas don't want no cancer, shoot his head or his kidney
In my right pocket hunnids, in my left pocket fifty
You told the cops I'm selling drugs, you little mouse Mickey
I'm smoking Tooka right now, death right with me
Caught a opp lacking, he done helped my semi
I'm rolling with the semi in this fucking pretty Hemi
Cops get behind me, I'ma get it, I'ma get it
I'ma speed it bitch, I'm getting away, ain't no catching Sosa
Racks up in my pocket, toolie in my cup holder
I been in this shit, you ain't, sleep wake up and smell the Folgers
When I wake up I wake and bake bitch, I'm a heavy smoker
I let the little thottie hit this shit, she's a heavy choker
Gambling with you life nigga, we could play heavy poker
I got a Ruger with a 30, a Glock with a 50
That's eighty shots, hit fifty blocks with the 50
Hit three blocks, with the Ruger blewing niggas dizzy
Niggas don't want no cancer, shoot his head or his kidney
In my right pocket hunnids, in my left pocket fifty
You told the cops I'm selling drugs, you little mouse Mickey (snitchin')
I'm smoking Tooka right now, death right with me
Caught a opp lacking, he done helped my semi (gang gang)
Ayy, I'm washed up in Fiji (Washed up in that Fiji)
Wet a nigga up, this sound nini with this ning ding
She a busta, don't believe me
Let her greasy, like some old pam mizzy
I was smoking Cheechy, gettin' top by a lil Kiki (thottie)
That knee-knee, that knee-knee was so great it had me weak weak
Beep beep, I gotta go and get that ftt, beep-beep
Fees fees with the money (cheese), bitch, it's time to eat eat (eat)
I got a Ruger with a 30, a Glock with a 50
That's eighty shots, hit fifty blocks with the 50
Hit three blocks, with the Ruger blewing niggas dizzy
Niggas don't want no cancer, shoot his head or his kidney
In my right pocket hunnids, in my left pocket fifty
You told the cops I'm selling drugs, you little mouse Mickey
I'm smoking Tooka right now, death right with me
Caught a opp lacking, he done helped my semi
Ayy, you little mouse Mickey
Ayy, you little opp snitchy
Ayy, you little eyes bitchy
I'm makin' money, I don't need no kitchen