Lyrical Breakdown of Stupid - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Stupid" 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 "Stupid" 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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(Young Chop on the beat)
Ayy, ayy, gang, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, bang nigga, gang nigga, Blood Gang
Since I've been eating, now I like a bunch of food (food)
Who the fuck is you? I don't run with you (I don't run with you)
I run with the Glo (with the Glo), I run with the crew (with the crew)
I run with the gang (gang), I run with some shooters (he shoot, bang nigga, bang)
Rollin' in that stupid (skrt skrt, skrt)
This big ass gun I'm toting this bitch stupid (dududuh, bang)
C-counting rolls holy this shit stupid (fff beep, fff beep)
I don't believe in cupid that shit stupid (nah, not me)
I'm blood gang, bitch I'm booling, bitch I'm booling (I'm boolin', Blood)
Fuck with the crips, we cooling, bitch we cooling (we coolin', we coolin', Blood gang bitch)
Nigga don't slip, you lose it then you lose it (you lose it, you lose it)
You ain't got your toolie, then your dumb ass stupid (stupid)
Shawty Lo, I pull up in that foolish (that foolish)
You know how we roll, know how that we maneuver (maneuver)
I got some top like adios I got to get this mula (mula)
Racks up in my ugly trus I've been doing this shit since Buddha (since Buddha)
Since I've been eating, now I like a bunch of food (food)
Who the fuck is you? I don't run with you (I don't run with you)
I run with the Glo (with the Glo), I run with the crew (with the crew)
I run with the gang (gang), I run with some shooters (he bang, bang)
Rollin' in that stupid (skrt skrt)
This big ass gun I'm toting this bitch stupid (grah, bang)
Counting rolls holy this shit stupid (fff beep)
I don't believe in cupid that shit stupid (nah, not me)
Fifteen hundred for these shoes and that shit stupid (beep)
I don't even know the name of them but I just do it Nike (ayy, ayy)
She don't give me brain then she maneuver (gang)
Merge the other way to the left like Beyoncé (no way)
I ain't got to say this twice this ain't no delay (nah)
Doing one eighty up on the fucking freeway (skrt, skrt skrt, gang)
Put my CD in, put myself on replay (gang, nigga, gang)
I can cut my dreads and sell them on Ebay (nah, gang)
Since I've been eating, now I like a bunch of food (ayy, food)
Who the fuck is you? I don't run with you (I don't run with you)
I run with the Glo (with the Glo), I run with the crew (with the crew)
I run with the gang (gang), I run with some shooters (he bang, bang)
Rollin' in that stupid (skrt, skrt)
This big ass gun I'm toting this bitch stupid (that bitch tupid, stupid)
Counting rolls holy this shit stupid (fff beep, beep)
I don't believe in cupid that shit stupid (nah me)