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