Lyrical Breakdown of Kickiter - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Kickiter" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Tech N9ne weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Kickiter" 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 Tech N9ne employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Bass hit (yeah), face kick (ayy), all around the world they played it
Hello mate, wasted, run up on the stage, go ape shit
Kickiter desu, ore wa kore wa sore wa are wa kare wa
Kickiter desu, maji te nani, kick it like Jackie
My healthy body still crave Molly (yeah)
But I don't need no restraints and the mask
And I never transported on the dolly
Prolly catch me drunk A-F on a KC trolly
Gee-golly, when they recognize me
They pass me the buds on Collie (what?)
Halloween woke up in Honolulu
Everything free because I'm a guru
True, go shop and wanna do blue
But my's own memory is telling me su-woo-woo
Chicken lasagna to chew
USOs tell me if it's drama, you cue crew to put the llamas through you
Colostomy bag how you gonna boo-boo (go)
Woke up in a room out Vegas
Gonna give Kendrick and Tyler a shout later
But too many edible goodies the mouth ate up
So we tried to really get in where the towel wet up
Looking fly-lee, beauty by T
She wanna know the answer to the question, why me?
We walking through the telly where we pay the high fee
Holy shit, lock B's with the homie YG (woo)
I'm on the radar of every A-star
In this music biz when they view this kid, they see me as a quasar
Finally goin' Kamasutra crazy
Doin' it like I want a future baby
But I be careful where I shoot the gravy
Holding the base of it like a ukulele, cheah
Some of the homies, they go polygamist
Offer the N9na to hit the wiz a bit
I had to reject it, I'm not to give her this
Respect'll cut off the horny, the nigga shit
Woke in the Caribbean and smokin' the therapy in the ocean
Is there a reason to give a hit?
To funk wit' a pair of heathen with liver lips?
I broke from the terror leavin', I sizzle it
Ari-zona, bag is packed
Backstage passes Cactus Jack (that's right)
I'm so gung-ho, ask for tracks
'Cause I know I got the racks (yes)
Dip the disk, the way bosses
Get the chips and stay cautious
Dip the strippers, bay tossed it
A lip to give like I'm Chick-fil-A sauces
I save 'em, you no longer privy to
The way I pop up in places that Iggy do
Woke up in Australia, the city to pop and hop
And got me shrooming at city zoo (city zoo)
Bass hit (yeah), face kick (ayy), all around the world they played it
Hello mate, wasted, run up on the stage, go ape shit
Kickiter desu, ore wa kore wa sore wa are wa kare wa
Kickiter desu, maji te nani, kick it like Jackie
My last show at Red Rocks, twelve-thousand people (yeah)
Seven-hundred-fifty extra (yeah)
Everybody there to greet you (yeah)
'Cause what I spit is burn, and with the quickness, sir
Some jealous visitors, bitches were kickiter (yeah)
Pass out on Caribou Lou, that's because Kaliko makes terrible Lou
You, that drink, I'm fair 'cause you spew
151, okay, there was the true 'Bou do
One place I dare you to view, Nova Scotia, Canada weather moves you
Screw, find someone shoutin' poo-poo
I was chased by a sex-crazy pair of cuckoos (ah)
Daughter wanted me to meet her milf
Married woman with the cheater guilt
Never did get this litre milk
I ran away trucking 'cause I could tell they were Peterbilt
No way I give her the God (no)
Nosey hoes, we don't deliver the rod (no)
Kickiter watching from afar with Mr. Marcus shot a porno named the Wizard of Oz (wow)
Center stage ripping hit for hit (yeah)
Been this paid with the sicker spit (yeah)
Renegade, sip this wicked shit (yeah)
Lemonade mixed with distillate (what)
I make party, I'm the caca
Hit your town, I want that ZaZa
Never seen a Chupacabra
But I saw my sold out venue in Moskva
I think I did it how I wanted to never-mind
Yeah, that's a wrap