Lyrical Breakdown of 10 Chickens - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "10 Chickens" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Freddie Gibbs weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "10 Chickens" 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 Freddie Gibbs 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 Freddie Gibbs's narrative.

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Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah How you wrong when your money long? Out the gym with a lot of strong Nigga started from a fuckin' zone Chopped it up and put my niggas on But ain't nobody put a nigga on Glock-9 put a nigga on Two squares, gotta get 'em gone Hard, soft, chicken talk on the telephone And I got 'em for the way low, I stay low The bricks or the bow wow, the yayo You niggas better stay low, like way low For the bricks or the bow wow, the yayo, for the pesos Fuck nigga, I got ten bitches and all of 'em turnt out Fuck nigga, ten blunt rotation and all of 'em burnt out Fuck nigga, ten pack of yay, on the way, it just touched down Fuck nigga, hit me before ten o'clock, my shit shut down Yeah, Tom Brady with the touchdown Fuck nigga play with me and get fucked 'round The postman bring the package out the truck now A thousand pounds worth a milli when it touch down New seats in the dome, got it plushed out Remember when my shit went racket then it rust out Hoes used to laugh at the bus stop Now I got all these bitches assed and their titties 'bout to bust out Got 'em like yeah, fuck nigga I got ten bitches and all them obedient My hoes ride Porches and Benzes and Bimmers, shit Freakin' your bitch in my suite, who you sleepin' with? Still with the dogs I was thuggin' and thieving with Since '96 on some payphone and beeper shit Used to get hoes on some payphone and beeper shit Freakin' your bitch in my suite, who you sleepin' with? Way low, I stay low The bricks or the bow wow, the yayo You niggas better stay low, like way low For the bricks or the bow wow, the yayo, for the pesos Fuck nigga, I got ten bitches and all of 'em turnt out Fuck nigga, ten blunt rotation and all of 'em burnt out Fuck nigga, ten pack of yay, on the way, it just touched down Fuck nigga, hit me before ten o'clock, my shit shut down Stay low For the bricks or the bow wow, the yayo You niggas better stay low, like way low For the bricks or the bow wow, the yayo, for the pesos