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 undefined 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 undefined 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 undefined'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