Lyrical Breakdown of Khaza - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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...cleared anywhere we at Smilin' in my face, but itchin' to get me wacked Name in his mouth bad when he kick it wit' other camps (murder for hire) Tellin' lies wit' the stamp and try to give me the wrap (holiday) I'm in the street wit' it, you really won't be exact Not a good gang member, the members'll probably rat (yeah) I don't trust many proficient at livin' that I don't love women, I hit, you could get her back (It's holiday season bitch) Hang up in his face, watch how quick he call back Whip up at the Texaco, now, what you call that? You in the paint, now I get in wit' you, I'm wit' all that Shoulder strap wit' a suppressor, MAC-11, fall back Speakers bumpin' Omelly 'Osama Twin Lammas' Grew up seein' violence, pull up, what's the knowledge? Got my GED, wish I would have made it to college Wishin' you was free, I could picture you right on 'side me If I love you, go to war over nothin' if it's a problem Diamonds in the T-O-P, diamonds in the bottom Gold mouth dog, self-made, I'm a grinder Stack paper, hit your girl later, it's a Friday You know I got a lot of record labels tryin' to sign me They say if I'm a risk, it's detrimental to the profit Beyoncé follow me on Instagram, Jigga, watch it Younger sister, tell her, 'Not interested', she a bopper Healthy kid, Kodak Black, smokin' that broccoli Bread Winners administration, I'm Luca Brasi Everybody sleepin' on me, finally got it poppin' Wishin' I was wit' my children watchin' Mary Poppins 101 Dalmatians, smokin' grass while I'm on my island Gettin' tattooed in my kitchen, okay 'iego wit' the heater there Ghetto, I be strollin' 'round wit' smokers, I ain't even there Right around the corner, got it jumpin', you could meet me there That bad news, they was talkin' 'bout already beat me there Comin' home to my apartment, findin' my daughter dead Then we put his kid in the oven, so now his daughter dead Not a robbery, this a murder, woke the whole house I don't go to funerals, but lean be gettin' poured out Group home in Lake Charles, turn up, turn up, wait, pause Atlanta wit' the cartel microwave, boy Breadwinner Gang, we is mafia material What up with Big Tony, mafia material Hand signal, shoutin' out the plug in the interview My grandfather used to f- with mommy, I could get a few Scratch the dealers, now we go and get 'em in the inner tube Breakin' down, distribute, my fingers steady itchin' Y'all shootin' videos where they 'posed want to kill me I got 'em under the hood, the soft grade Civic Balenciaga-rockin', but now it's all Forces Call me what you want, lately pullin' up in Porsches I'm the real plug, but started out an enforcer Failure to comply, most likely might have to force you Blow your brains out, the body bag or the coffin Me and the carnal in the Jag sippin' coffee We don't get harassed by the badge where the warrant? Never been a confidential witness, not informant Trappin' out the shop, why you findin' this alarmin'? I just got it in, watch how quick it disappear You tall and you can't dress, really, you annoyin' Lil' mama better get wit' me before I'm out of range Right, they got him dumb, they kinda put me in the game Me and Dreka dealin' wit' the green, that's the only play Five hundred mil turned out in the safe Call Coca-Cola, they'll tell you I don't plays street game legend in the game, I'm a stepper Stayed at the Polish last time we was together Mazi take care of my kids when it's up and then get messy Cheeseburger hit, got the c— bought the drop The rap game fake, Kevin Gates, free the Wap (Gucci, nigga) (Holiday season)