Lyrical Breakdown of Chip In Da Phone - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Lupe Fiasco feat. Nikki Jean weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Chip In Da Phone" 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 Lupe Fiasco feat. Nikki Jean 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 Lupe Fiasco feat. Nikki Jean's narrative.

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Dedicate, dedicate Uh, this one right here goes out To my homie with the dream Nah mean? He said, "I write what I see Write to make it right, don't like where I be I like to make it like the sights on TV Quite the great life, so nice and easy" See now you can still die from that But it's better than not being alive from straps Agreed, a Mead notebook and a Bic that click When it's pushed and a wack ass beat That's a track that's weak, that he got last week 'Cause everybody in the stu' was like, "That's that heat" A bass-heavy medley, with a sample from the 70s With a screwed-up hook that went, "Stack that cheese" Something, something, something, "Stack that cheese" Mother, sister, cousin, "Stack that cheese" He couldn't think of nothin', "Stack that cheese" He turns down the beat, writer's block impedes Crying from the next room a baby in need Of some pampers and some food and a place to sleep That plus a black cadillac on D's Is what keep him on track to be a great MC One you never heard of, I Push it hard to further the Grind, I feel like murder, but Hip-Hop, you saved me One you never heard of, I Push it hard to further the Grind, I feel like murder, but Hip-Hop, you saved my life Reps Northside so he rocks them braids Eleven hundred friends on his MySpace page "Stack That Cheese" got 700 plays Producer made him take it down, said he had to pay Open mic champ, two weeks in a row Ex D-boy with a B-boy flow Glow like Leroy you should see boy go Got a daddy servin life and a brother on the row Best homie in the grave, tatted up while in the cage Minute maid got his momma workin' like a slave Down baby momma who he really had to honor 'Cause she was his biggest fan, even let him use her Honda, to Drive up to Dallas, went to open up for amateurs Let him keep her debit card, so he could put gas in it Told her when he get on, he gonna take her to the gallery Buy up everything but the mannequins, ya dig? One you never heard of, I Push it hard to further the Grind, I feel like murder, but Hip-Hop, you saved me One you never heard of, I Push it hard to further the Grind, I feel like murder, but Hip-Hop, you saved my life His man called, said "Your time might be now They played your freestyle over "Wipe me down" They played it two times, said it might be crowned As the best thing out the H-Town in a while He picked up his son with a great big smile Rapped every single word to the newborn child Then he put him down and went back to the kitchen Put on another beat and got back to the mission of Get his momma out the hood, put her somewhere in the woods Keep his lady lookin' good, have her rollin' like she should Show his homies there's a way, other than that flippin' yay Bail his homie outta jail, put a lawyer on his case Throw a concert for the school, show the shorties that it's cool Throw some candy on the Caddy, chuck the deuce and act a fool Man, it feels good when it happens like that Two days from goin' back to sellin' crack, yessir One you never heard of, I Push it hard to further the Grind, I feel like murder, but Hip-Hop, you saved me One you never heard of, I Push it hard to further the Grind, I feel like murder, but Hip-Hop, you saved my life One you never heard of, I Push it hard to further the Grind, I feel like murder, but Hip-Hop, you saved me One you never heard of, I Push it hard to further the Grind, I feel like murder, but Hip-Hop, you saved my life Hip-Hop, you saved my life Hip-Hop, you saved my life