Lyrical Breakdown of Chains - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Chains" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Clipse weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Chains" 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 Clipse 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 Clipse's narrative.

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Uncle said, "Nigga, you must be sick All you talk about is just getting rich" Choke my neck, nigga, and ice my bitch Beat the system with chains and whips This is culturally inappropriate You run from the spirit of repossession Too much enamel covers your necklace I buy bitches, you buy 'em sections You buy watches, I buy collections Misery's fueling your regression Jealousy's turned into obsession Reality TV is mud wrestling Some signed checks, I know better than Beware of my name, that there is delicate You know I know where you're delicate Crush you to pieces, I'll hum a breath of it I will close your heaven for the hell of it You'd think it'd be valor amongst veterans I'm watching your fame escape relevance We all in the room, but here's the elephant You chasing a feature out of your element And those lab diamonds under inspection The question marks block your blessings There's no tombstones in the desert I know by now you get the message Uncle said, "Nigga, you must be sick All you talk about is just getting rich" Choke my neck, nigga, and ice my bitch Beat the system with chains and whips It don't take much to put two and two Your lucky streak is now losing you Money's dried up like a cuticle You're gasping for air now, it's beautiful John 10:10, that's my usual Mamas is falling out in funerals Embalmed and bloat, they now viewing you They never find the guns, but the sewers do Bubbles was sick, he need medicine Brought him back to life, now he dead again Richard don't make watches for presidents Just a million trapped between skeletons This the darkest that I ever been The diamonds make you taste peppermint You ain't thrive in the snow like it's The Revenant And send orders back down and keep shovelin' Uncle said, "Nigga, you must be sick All you talk about is just getting rich" Choke my neck, nigga, and ice my bitch Beat the system with chains and whips Well, when things get dark and your number get called And you look side to side like, "What did they say?" And it ain't the Lord's voice and then you realize That the Devil is talking to you Hm I'm not the candidate to vibe with I don't fuck with the kumbaya shit All that talent must be godsent I send yo' ass back to the cosmics The things I've seen under my eyelids Kaleidoscope dreams, murder, and sirens Let's be clear, hip-hop died again Half of my profits may go to Rakim How many Judases that let me down? But fuck it, the West mines, we right now Therapy showed me how to open up It also showed me I don't give a fuck The two-time Gemini with the genocide I'm generous, however you want it, I'll be the gentle kind Gentlemen and gangstas connect, the agenda of mine Move niggas up outta here, this shit get gentrified Heavy genes like Genovese, I'll drop your Pentagon Then show up at your at your gender reveal and tell 'em give me mine I son niggas, I am the general, where my gin and juice? Every song is the book of Genesis, let the sonics boom Niggas want the tea on me, well, here's the ginger root I generate residuals, bitch, get off my genitals They say I couldn't reach Gen Z, you fuckin' dickheads You must be full of that ginseng, here comes the jinx, yeah They genetics been synthetic, screamin' they genius A finger wave, they all fall, niggas is Jenga God gave me light, a good year full of free will Trump card tell me not to spare your life, motherfucker Well, when things get dark and your number get called And you look side to side like, "What did they say?" And it ain't the Lord's voice and then you realize That the Devil is talking to you