Lyrical Breakdown of Ten Toes Down - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Ten Toes Down" 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 "Ten Toes Down" 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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Need to be happy...
Ten toes down, I got shows and verses
I'ma bring 'em to your town
For the right fuckin' amount, you can hit me up right now
50 for a show and 20 for a 12
I'm a loose screw, I ain't no nail
Walk up in the building
She either smelled the loud or Chanel
I think she goin' for the kill
She steady callin' my phone
My battery she damn near killed me
My phone steady ringin'
This bitch damn near killed me
What's on my line, that "ffffffffrrrr beeeep"
They be callin' all the time
Bang bang, what's that, my gun
I up this mothafucka, blew it, make him run, better run
Little Gump, run Forrest, run
3 grams in the blunt, we have 1 on 1
I love gettin' money, and I know you know it man
Yeah I like Nina shootin', why the fuck you hold it in
I walk in and break the bank, then walk out and close you in
What the fuck you lookin' at, I swear I don't know you man
I'm sayin' I'ma a Glo man, I don't need no tan
I pull up, hop out, standin' in my stance
Skrrt pullin' off, I'm so raw
Ha-ha high a lot, ruff ruff I'm a dog
Chh-chh go my paws
Cause these fuckas itch a lot
Bitch I got my bong, I don't want you, take me home
I be smokin' skunk, got it from the loft
'Member sellin' junkies, now I gotten dope
'Member red monkeys, closet full of Trues
If you lookin' for me, I'm probably on the news
One plus two, that equals a few
I want ten times 500, 000 cool
I pull up rude, my jewelry du-du