Lyrical Breakdown of Homicide Feat Chevy Woods - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Homicide Feat Chevy Woods" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Wiz Khalifa weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Homicide Feat Chevy Woods" 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 Wiz Khalifa 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 Wiz Khalifa's narrative.

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[Chorus] I bought a whole O to smoke I'm riding high My niggas with me, they down to ride I got my change up, they looking like they surprised Got niggas hatin' on me hard cause my paper right Money from the flo' way up to the sky Now they wanna know and they wonder why I got my wings when I was young so I tend to fly I put my chain on, they saying it's homicide And I'm killin' 'em, it's homicide I'm killin' 'em, it's homicide I got my change up, they looking like they surprised Niggas hatin' on me hard cause my paper right But I'm killin' 'em, it's homicide I'm killin' 'em, it's homicide I got my wings when I was young so I tend to fly I put my chain on, they saying it's homicide I'm killin' 'em First 48, first 48 Took out 50 racks and blew the first 48 I ain't worried about spending bread cause I got more to make Soon as they see that Maserati they gone surely hate Hundred for a show, can you afford a date And that's just one show, imagine what my tour gon make Police ran up on my tour bus But hey my niggas more money more problems More lawyers on the case Niggas at the Grammy's I was at the crib working Heard they little diss but I'm just being the big person Never been trained, still my aim near perfect Everything I spits murder, bow [Chorus] With black on black cars coming through Presidential shit, tints on the whip So dark can't see who riding in that bitch Suits and tie's no questions why Somebody get a box ready for these guys No four door, had the coupe that ride That eagle right here if you wanna feel fly No games though, no names spoke This crack right here, cocaine flow I don't know what you doing but I'm paid bro Yeah I pitch that 9 like pedro Stuck in the car with my nigga I'm ready to ride We on our way to the top, watch that paper rise Keep telling everybody what you gonna do Middle finger like fuck what you going through All I know is that money that I'm going to And them gang gang boys wanna bore you Like wassup cause I told you Just money in the pocket, fold you T-A-Y-L-O-R G-A-N-G Gang [Chorus]