Lyrical Breakdown of Still F**Kem - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Still F**Kem" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Eazy-E weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Still F**Kem" 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 Eazy-E 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 Eazy-E's narrative.
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'Ey E, 'ey E, check this out man
You, you, you really need to let these niggas, you know, ya know what I mean?
What, what really down and when it, you know what I mean?
When all this shit jumped off, nigga
This your nigga Paperboy, nigga
Don't, don't, come on, nigga, it's me, nigga (gangsta, gangsta)
Tell the niggas, don't, hold shit back
Let a mothafucka really know, nigga
It's '95, and shit don't stop (don't stop)
No justice, no peace, so mother fuck a cop (fuck a cop)
Fuckin' wit' niggas for no Goddamn reason
So it's 187 on all pigs, all season
You ain't no muthafuckin' RoboCop
I got bullets that your muthafuckin' vest won't stop (don't stop)
So catch me if you muthafuckin' can
I said "Fuck tha Police", in '89, didn't ya
Understand? And shit ain't changed
Shit still the same, blowin' out brains
Whips and chains, and I'll be damned if I be slaved
Livin' in a cage, 3 strikes and I'm out
Shit, y'all could save, now I'm off in the Liquor store
Muthafuckas layin' dead all on the muthafuckin' floor
Fuck it, add 2 more
'Ey Cray, aye E, lay these niggas down man
Let 'em know what time it is
These niggas don't wanna picture me, the 50 birds
The half mill', the hotel got the flu, I swear they sick of me
Niggas, don't want to let them eat, watch out for the pick
The last magician, pulled his trick, he end up bloody as a bitch
These haters, they can't hold me, don't wanna know me
They live they life for free, I'm pickin' up the whole key
Nigga, watch it stack slowly, I rose from the old town (uh)
Then built a house underground, and live like Stevie Wonder now
Nigga, I want the cash that they don't see
Forever ball, fuck your bitch leave my worry, and it's on
But now, she poppin' Dom cause she want P
Nigga, just call the bet and I'll take it up, that's enough cash
Now break it up
Still fuck 'em, these niggas want a G like me
A nigga A, B, and C, like Eaze, but nigga
Still fuck 'em, these niggas wanna tour like me
Ride Bentley, cruise the world like me, but nigga
Still fuck 'em, these niggas want to floss like mine
They want Rolex that costs like mine, but nigga
Still fuck 'em, these niggas wanna blow my trees
And drop the rag on the 'Rari like Eaze, but nigga
Still fuck 'em
Now batter batter, swing, batter
5 strikes on my head and it really don't matter (haha)
And I don't give a fuck (give a fuck)
If it wasn't for bad, I wouldn't have no luck
Now the cops about to pull me over
And I'm rolling in a G, that's a stolen Range Rover
Nigga, now, watch when I get loose, a nigga dip through
It's that Carolina pitch blue, I'm scraping in the six-deuce (woo)
Scanners in the city, 'cause them po's is loco
I got the weight up on the scale, that's from the white to coco
Did, did niggas, trespassed for dough, I had 'em on a scope
That's why the choppers finna take you to Chicago, hoe
I heard this time in the bubble game shit, that's when the trouble came
Snitches infiltratin', got the game deflatin', yeah
They wonder why it's yellow tape and askin' if he breathin'
Nigga, 'cause if it is, then my killas ain't leavin'
But how can I get cash? Uh, and stay political
Tuck me 18 birds, so if shit gets critical
I'm from the USA, but I'm on my way to Cuba, mane
I heard there's less chitter chatter and the pussy way fatter, uh
Catch me on the dock, countin' birds, don't make 'em scatter
Bullets from the AK, they still go rata-tata, uh
6 double Os that stretch, nigga, we playin' catch
30,000 feet with my pilot, ballin' and playin' chess
I'm on my knees, for forgiveness for real
I'm asking God if he will shed his blood on my steel, nigga
Still fuck 'em, these niggas want a G like me
A nigga A, B, and C, like Eaze, but nigga
Still fuck 'em, these niggas wanna tour like me
Ride Bentley, cruise the world like me, but nigga
Still fuck 'em, these niggas want to floss like mine
They want Rolex that costs like mine, but nigga
Still fuck 'em, these niggas wanna blow my trees
And drop the rag on the 'Rari like Eaze, but nigga
Still fuck 'em, these niggas want a G like me
A nigga A, B, and C, like Eaze, but nigga
Still fuck 'em, these niggas wanna tour like me
Ride Bentley, cruise the world like me, but nigga
Still fuck 'em, these niggas want a floss like mine
They want Rolex that costs like mine, but nigga
Still fuck 'em, these niggas wanna blow my trees
And drop the rag on the 'Rari like Eaze, but nigga
Still fuck 'em
Yeah, Eazy muthafuckin' E
Now real nigga Paperboy
Uh, and me? I'm Phalos Mode
Rhythm D on the track, biatch