Lyrical Breakdown of Tec - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Tec" 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 "Tec" 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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Boy, hold my jewelry, it's a pound, ayy Brick on my wrist right now, ayy (DP on the beat) And I'm finna go and scoop your bitch, ayy And I'm finna go and scoop some kicks, ayy Finna pull up on my ex, ayy Pull up on my ex, make that bitch mad, ayy I ain't got no fucking type of respect, ayy But I heard you get respect with TEC's, ayy Boy, hold my jewelry, it's a pound, ayy Brick on my wrist right now, ayy And I'm finna go and scoop your bitch, ayy And I'm finna go and scoop some kicks, ayy Finna pull up on my ex, ayy Pull up on my ex, make that bitch mad, ayy I ain't got no fucking type of respect, ayy But I heard you get respect with TEC's, ayy D-Moe go grab the pound (D-Moe go grab the pound) Thots coming over to suck us right now (They comin' to suck us right now) Roll up, let's get high (Let's get high, bitch) Smoke a nigga, fry him (Smoke a nigga, fry him, bitch) Let him come up in this fucking house (In this house) Pistol to his motherfuckin' mouth (To his fuckin' mouth, bang) I told him watch his motherfuckin' mouth (Told him watch his mouth, gang) Who the fuck talkin' now? (Talkin' now) Flexin', look at my muscle (Look at my motherfuckin' muscle) My truck got a muscle (Truck got a motherfuckin' muscle) It ain't American, it's foreign (Bitch, it's foreign) My bitch ain't American, she foreign (My bitch is foreign) She is from Dubai (Dubai) I got that check, then I flew by, I roll by (Flew by) didn't stop for nobody (Nobody) I don't fuck with nobody (Fuck with nobody, though) I'm hardbody, fuck your body and your party We gon' come through, shoot your party (Shoot your party) Who told you to party? Not Glo Gang (Glo Gang, bitch) Fuckboy, you's a no name (You's a no) Boy, hold my jewelry, it's a pound, ayy Brick on my wrist right now, ayy And I'm finna go and scoop your bitch, ayy And I'm finna go and scoop some kicks, ayy Finna pull up on my ex, ayy Pull up on my ex, make that bitch mad, ayy I ain't got no fucking type of respect, ayy But I heard you get respect with TEC's, ayy I just bought a chop, let's do a hit You wifin' her, she doing dicks I got a 30 with a stick I'm Glo Gang, we hella rich These niggas hate, but niggas bitches These niggas tellin', niggas snitches And you know snitches, they get stitches Pulling up and you get digit's Talking numbers, hundred rounds Catch you lacking, it's man down When I kill you, I'ma frown Ain't no fucking laughing, playing around (DP on the beat)