Lyrical Breakdown of El Chapo - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "El Chapo" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how The Game weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "El Chapo" 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 The Game 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 The Game's narrative.
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(Skrillex)
(Bangladesh)
I am the God (God, God, God, God, God, God)
El Chapo (woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)
I am the God (God, God, God, God, God, God, God)
El Chapo (woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)
I am the God (God, God, God, God, God, God, God)
El Chapo (woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)
I am the God (God, God, God, God, God, God, God)
You know I get the kilos
Cincuenta por ciento
If you are not bilingual
Get the fuck up out of town, 'fore we run your ass down
Underground how I came out
Any nigga try to stop me, let it hang out, let it bang, let it rain out
Yo soy el dios, you adiós nigga
I am the God
Get a nigga chopped up on a Tuesday
While the club goin' up on a Tuesday
This is doomsday, I can have Guadalupe
Come through and knock Donald Trump out his toupe
Now look at his brains all on the sidewalk
And tuck the .38 and jump on my skywalker
And woo I'm a rollin'
Shotgun, Claudia, oh cholo (I am the God)
Only nigga walking through Sinaloa with the blower red
Chuck Taylors on and you know it when I show up
It's a squad full of killers, squad full of hittas
Squad full of niggas that'll pull up, let it bark on a nigga
Hundred six shots bark on a nigga
Street sweeper wet the whole block up, Noah's Ark on a nigga
Got two Glock .9s, two .45s, two Desert Eagles
And they fight together side by side
No juego conmigo, tú sabes de mí, go
No Tony Montana, amigos y kilos
Mi casa es su casa, cuidado con el chico
Tú tienes la plata y yo tengo perico
Ya te dije, el juego y fuego
I am the God (God, God, God, God, God, God, God)
El Chapo (woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)
I am the God (God, God, God, God, God, God, God)
El Chapo (woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)
I am the God (God, God, God, God, God, God, God)
El Chapo (woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)
Nigga, I am the God (God, God, God, God, God, God, God)
Pinche policía (puto)
Jodiendo todos los días (cabrón)
Que si llora tu familia (mátenlo)
O mi madre y mi tía (así)
I'm on a private jet with El Chapo, feet up
Sippin' Tecate 'bout to land for the re-up
Fuck the Montanas, we ain't got them trackin' devices
The feds they be watchin' and see us
Niggas wanna see us? Check the IG
I'm in the Villa throwin' blood up like an IV
Don't try me, Dej Loaf with the AK
600 million, 400 million from Dre Day, uh
Pablo Escobar in my hey-day, uh
Bringing off coke that's a payday, uh
On a private jet that's a mayday, uh
In South America on a vacay, uh
P on my snapback, choppin' grade-a, uh
None of these niggas ready for the melee, uh
Hundred cal make his body do the nay-nay
Leave a nigga face worse off than Shanaynay yeah
I am the God, I've been tellin' you niggas
I got a bird and a chopper in the trunk
Ven aquí, I will sell it to niggas
We can screw it and chop it
Machetes on deck, I will sever you niggas
Behind these bars, I'm El Chapo
Motorcycle out the cell on you niggas
Escúchame, chinga tu madre
Nunca me encontrarás
So para de mirar
No me controlas
Te controlo
Controlo a todos
Me respetan o se mueren
Soy el Chapo, let's go Sinaloa
I am the God (God, God, God, God, God, God, God)
El Chapo (woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)
I am the God (God, God, God, God, God, God, God)
El Chapo (woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)
Nigga, I am the God (God, God, God, God, God, God, God)
Nigga, I am the God