Lyrical Breakdown of Send It Up - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Send It Up" 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 "Send It Up" 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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Sosa, baby Glo Gang, baby Blood Gang, baby Fifth Gang, baby Sit Gang, baby Get It Gang, baby I'm that nigga, I squeeze triggas I'ma tell you one time, not again ya This shit I mean it, no pretend ya I up this mothafucka, send this bitch up Let it hit ya, I won't miss ya I got aim mothafucka, I'm gon' hit ya Send this bitch up, send this bitch up We ain't playin' mothafucka We send this shit up There ya go boy, yeah ya know boy I'm a Glo boy, used to be a O boy I was on the front boy, slangin' coke boy The feds knocked on my grandma's door boy Where ya coke boy, cause my choppa down Let this mothafucka catch it, you catch choppa rounds Where ya drugs at, where your lots of pounds See you flexin' on IG but do you got it now My chain like bling-blow, my watch like bling-blow Let a nigga try to take it, my gun go bang-bow What I'm smoking loud, what you smoking mild In the club and I got my pipe on me now I'm that nigga, I squeeze triggas I'ma tell you one time, not again ya This shit I mean it, no pretend ya I up this mothafucka, send this bitch up Let it hit ya, I won't miss ya I got aim mothafucka, I'm gon' hit ya Send this bitch up, send this bitch up We ain't playin' mothafucka We send this shit up Send this bitch up, bitch I'm from the 'Go I been jumped up off the porch, jumped off the bungalow I smoke lots of dope, walkin' a tightrope It's cold outside, I got my pole I know Pulled up to a Wokcano, to get some curry doe I'm a curry eatin' mothafucka, hurry ho Walked into the bank, right before he close And then I got that gwap and then I hurried home 'Member when I was young, my mom told me hurry home Now I'm grown, I can buy my momma 30 homes I still got my .30 holmes, think you sweet you'll be buried holmes I'm that nigga, I squeeze triggas I'ma tell you one time, not again ya This shit I mean it, no pretend ya I up this mothafucka, send this bitch up Let it hit ya, I won't miss ya I got aim mothafucka, I'm gon' hit ya Send this bitch up, send this bitch up We ain't playin' mothafucka We send this shit up