Lyrical Breakdown of WAR - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "WAR" 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 "WAR" 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 don't want war
Pussy boy don't want war
Boy don't want war
Pussy boy don't want war
Don't want war
Pussy boy
Don't want war
Want war, want war
Nigga, fuck your mama, she should've wore a condom
Boy don't want it
Pussy boy don't want it
Pussy boy
Pussy boy
Pussy boy
Pussy boy
Nigga, fuck your mama, she should've wore a condom
Pull up in that 'Rari, burnin' off this rubber
Niggas undercover, so you know I can't trust them
I be smokin' earth, boy, you be smokin' bubba
The bitch like Benihana's, took that bitch to McDonald's
I got plenty condoms and I got plenty commas
If you want some beef, boy, I won't be your farmer
I might be your father, ball like Penny Hardaway
Judge tryna lock me up, 'cause my pee look darker
But that ain't gon' solve nothin', weed solve my problem
Guns for my armor, nigga, fuck security
Out the cut like barbers, got niggas Forrest Gumpin'
Smokin' on this Compton, but bitch, I'm in Chiraq
Wherever you disrespect me at, bitch, that's where you die at
All these fuckin' lab rats, now I got my mouse trap
Niggas wanna fake kick it, wan' know where my house at
That life I ain't 'bout that, I'm 'bout pushin' scalps back
Pull up on yo' block, bitch, let my niggas out that
Foreign car, clout that, I'm high off this Tooka pack
I'm high off this Ahki pack, I'm high off this TuTu pack
Smokin' on that Jay Loud, smokin' on that FatHead
Run up on 4-6, leave a nigga flat dead
Shoot a 47, flyin' off like Batman
Boy, I got a bag, bitch, put that bag on that head
I'm high off this Chief Keef, got me feelin' like Superman
That bitch called Chief Keef "G", bitch, I'm not no MuBu man
All these damn frenemies, I'm gon' call up PooPoo Man
I got niggas in these streets, they fuck around and do you, man
I'm rich, hallelujah, man, still got my toolie, man
Fuck with me, I'll fuck around and screw your mans
Flexin' like a ruler, shoot at your medulla, man
And get your bitch, she wanna suck my dick, I knew it, man
Pussy boy don't want war
Pussy boy don't want war
Pussy boy don't want war
Don't want war
Pussy boy don't want war
Pussy boy don't want war
Pussy boy don't want war
Boy don't want war
Come down your block like thunder, thunder, thunder
I just bought ten guns and ten pounds and ten mansions
Come through dunkin' shit, Kevin Durant, Lebron-in'
But you like to Twitter beef, pussy, how you warrin'?
Pussy, how you warrin'?
Pussy, how you warrin'?
Pussy, how you warrin'?
Pussy, how you warrin'?
How you warrin'?