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