Lyrical Breakdown of Point The Finga - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Point The Finga" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how 2Pac weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Point The Finga" 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 2Pac employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)
(Ah yeah) they love to point the finger
You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)
Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)
Niggas love to point the finger
Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)
I thought I hit rock bottom, they ban my album, point the finger
I guess nobody loves a real nigga-slash-rap singer
I thought I'd bring a little truth to the young troops
I brought proof that the niggas need guns too
It's not to be a racist, but let's face this
Wouldn't you if we could trade places?
I got lynched by some crooked cops and to this day
Them same motherfuckers on the beat gettin' major pay
But when I get my check they takin' tax out
So, we payin' for these pigs to knock the blacks out
Ain't that a bitch? Some officers are gettin' rich
Whoopin' on thugs and robbin' drug dealers for they shit
As far as jealousy, bein' a celebrity
No matter who committed the crime, they all yell at me
And the media is greedier than most
You could sell 'em your soul or they'll be on ya 'til a nigga's ghost
And everyd ay I read the paper, there's another lie
They show my picture for the crimes of another guy
Now how's that for the life of a big shot
A dead cop, a lawsuit, a little kid shot
I play them nothin'-ass marks in the park
For tryna earn they stripes in the dark
Just 'cause I come there don't mean I from there, peep
Only jealous motherfuckers beef, so point the finger
Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)
Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)
Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)
Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)
As I run up on 'em madman, a nutcase with a screw loose
A zoot troupe full of foolies with toolies
Niggas run to me, don't come to me with beef
Take your jewels and your Jeep
Boom, boom, let that ass sleep
It's gettin' hectic, niggas run, quick
Buckshots are the payback for dumb shit
All you niggas on the block tryna test me
Best wear a vest or get open like sesame
I'll run up on you mad deep, while you're tryna sleep
I'm steady pumpin' bullets in your sheets
Wake up, motherfucker, don't stutter
Point blank by a nigga from the gutter, yeah
Gimme mine, gimme mine, gimme mine
Ban my rhymes, now it's back to bustin' nines
And bustas can't get none, hell no
A quick flurry and he's buried with a swelled jaw
I came up from the amateurs to pro hits
At 5-0, so you know I take no shit
And everybody wants to kill a bringer of bad news
So they choose to point the finger
Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)
Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)
Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)
Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)
One, two, three, peace to the real G's
Still me 'til these motherfuckers kill me
I bring skills and I build, kill at will
Smoke sess 'til I'm ill, still feel me?
One, two, three, peace to the real G's
Still me 'til these motherfuckers kill me
Pick it up, pick it up, give it up
Best to duck or get fucked for your bucks
Scream, "One, two, three", peace to the real G's
Still me 'til these motherfuckers kill me
I can't give up, it's a black thang
And I ain't goin' back to the crack game
(You can do it, son, be a man and stand up or run)
Bitches, let 'em point the finger
(You can do it son, be a man and stand up or run)
Snitches, let 'em point the finger
Yo, one two three, peace to the real G's
Still me 'til these motherfuckers kill me
I guess nobody loves a rap singer
That's why these motherfuckers point the finger (goddamn)
Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)
Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)
Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)
Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)
Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)
Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)
Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)
Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)
Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)
Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)
Boom, boom, boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger