Lyrical Breakdown of F.I.F.A. - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Pusha T weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "F.I.F.A." 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 Pusha T 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 Pusha T's narrative.

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They been trying to tie me to the BALCO

Too many clicks in the dial tone

I'm my city's Willy Falcon

How you niggas celebrating Alpo?

I'm disgusted

Interior rustic, the mustard-colored wall's adjusted

Trap doors everywhere

Macs come out the floor, dinners at the Forge

Four Seasons all four seasons

It's good to have a getaway for no reason

Concierge never speak

'Cause this week look like last week

They both named Ashley

I might travel to El Barrio

To get it from Daddy-O, then adios

Cellphone at the back patio

I didn't have to make a cameo to get it off

I hope you betting on the sleeper

It all started on a beeper

Now they asking for the feature

'Til I'm steppin' out the bleachers

Drug money kicked around like it's FIFA

Yuugh! Pops up like dandruff

Beverly Hills, Jed Clampett

A shotgun wedding to collect my ransom

Cameo Chris Hansen

I'm at your door

You don't wanna know him if you owe him

I done boxed in cars and had to tow 'em

I done laid in lawns when they didn't mow 'em

Even hogtied wives, I had to show 'em

That I mean business

I mean everything I say, no witness

No forgiveness, Souls of Mischief

It's on through infinity, my arms are endless

Your arms, too short to box with God

Might send a bitch a Elie Saab

She fucks and robs

Ten grand just to touch the job

Close range, she don't duck and dodge

You can't trust them odds

I hope you betting on the sleeper

It all started on a beeper

Now they asking for the feature

'Til I'm steppin' out the bleachers

Drug money kicked around like it's FIFA

I hope you betting on the sleeper

It all started on a beeper

Now they asking for the feature

'Til I'm steppin' out the bleachers

Drug money kicked around like it's FIFA