Lyrical Breakdown of AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Ice Cube weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted" 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 Ice Cube 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 Ice Cube's narrative.

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Ice Cube with The Lench Mob I got it goin on

A n that's livin in the city of the criminal zone

One time can't keep the law in order

'Cause everybody's goin crazy for a quarter

You're tuned in to the number one crew in the area

The way I'm talkin I'm scarin ya

I'm darin ya to raise hell and bail and brag and sag

Or beat down for ya flag

'Cause if you is or you ain't a gangbanger

Keep one in the chamber

'Cause you'll get them thangs put on ya son

Ice Cube has got the 4-1-1

All the ol' school house fellows are crooks

So I get jealous looks

They keep thinkin did my hair grow?

Will the boys 'n' the hood have to beat down Ice Cube?

Hell no, I'll static son, you'll see it's okay

I keep my 9 anyway

For the day one of my homies want to squab

I'm still rollin wit The Lench Mob

Back in the day I dip my shirt in dirt

Sometimes I got away clean, sometimes people got hurt

But if you know me, you know that I'm liable

To bust a cap 'cause it's all about survival of the fittest

I'm a menace crook

I did so much dirt I need to be in the Guinness Book

From the s I took from people

I reap all your fat s, jack

Back to the criminals sect

I leave crew after crew but they can't catch me yet

'Cause I'm slick as slippery

They can't get wit me, cops ain't s to me

I can't dig a pig so I drop the dogs

And sweat em like sweathogs

And get mad, mad 'cause I'm the n that flaunt it

AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted

Ah-yo, here's what the poster read:

'Ice Cube is wanted dead'

That's all it said

I put heads to bed and fled the scene wit all the green

Hear shots and si-reens

When I feet first they yo' rings, now they my rings

So give it up punk and then I just

Put another jack in progress

It's the American way

'Cause I'm the G-A-N-G-S-T-A

Ice Cube - a motherfin clepto

And tried to catch the early bird but they slept, so

Who gets the worm?

And if I'm caught in a trap

You know I'm a beat the wack

With a payoff, cop gotta lay off

FBI on my dick, stay off!

I'm not a rebel or a renegade on a quest

I'm a n with a 'S' on his chest

So get the Kryptonite 'cause I'm a rip tonight

'Cause I'm scarin ya, wanted by America

Word, but who the f has heard?

It's time to take a trip to the suburbs

Let em see a n invasion

Point blank for the caucasian

C the hammer then crackle, smile

Take me to your house, pal

Got to the house, my pockets got fat, see

Crack the safe, got the money and the jewellry

Three weeks later, I'm at the P-A-D

Had a little fly a b wit me

Sittin' in a dig, yo it couldn't be

(What up G?) Saw my face on TV

Damn (oh s!) I didn't know I lucked out

Struck out, I gotta get the f out

Pack my bags and tried to hit the dough when

The ol' b down the street must've turned me in

'Cause the feds was out there ten deep

I got haled and gaffled in the back seat

I think back when I was robbin my own kind

The police didn't pay it no mind

But when I start robbin the white folks

Now I'm in the pen wit the soap-on-a-rope

I said it before and I'll still taught it

Every motherfer with a colour is most wanted