Lyrical Breakdown of Endangered Species (Tales From The Darkside) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Endangered Species (Tales From The Darkside)" 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 "Endangered Species (Tales From The Darkside)" 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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"At the bottom of our news tonight There's been a new animal aimed at the direction of falling off the face of the Earth Yes, young black teenagers are reported to be the oldest And the newest creatures added to the endangered species list As of now, the government has not made steps to preserve the Blacks When asked why, a top law official adds, 'because they make good game'" (A young nigga got it bad 'cause I'm brown) Peace? Hahaha, don't make me laugh! All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang I'm a nigga, gotta live by the trigga How the fuck do you figure? That I can say "Peace" and the gunshots will cease? Every cop killer goes ignored They just send another nigga to the morgue A point scored, they could give a fuck about us They rather catch us with guns and white powder If I was old, they'd probably be a friend of me Since I'm young, they consider me the enemy They kill ten of me to get the job correct To serve, protect, and break a nigga's neck 'Cause I'm the one with the trunk of funk And "Fuck tha Police" in the tape deck You should listen to me 'cause there's more to see Call my neighborhood a ghetto 'cause it houses minorities The other color don't know you can run but not hide These are tales from the darkside All of us are endangered, damn! (A young nigga got it bad 'cause I'm brown) (A young nigga got it bad 'cause I'm brown) You wanna free Africa? I'll stare at ya 'Cause we ain't got it too good in America I can't fuck with them overseas My homeboy died over keys Of cocaine, it was plain and simple The nine millimeter went to the temple Was the sound I put the bitch down And ran to the schoolyard bathroom Looked in the trash can, yo it had room So I ducked my ass in it for a minute Covered with trash, I had to lay back Mad as fuck, thinkin' about the payback Tonight the crew gonna have a little fun I went home and cut the barrel of my shotgun It's gettin' critical - I stole a 5.0 I let it go - drive real slow I yelled out "Ice Cube, sucka" The shotgun kicked, and it murdered motherfuckers I told you last album "When I got a sawed-off, bodies are hauled off" It's a shame, that niggas die young But to the light side it don't matter none It'll be a drive by homicide But to me its just another tale from the Darkside Standing in the middle of war, the minute we flex When we die, we won't make Jet Ebony can't see to the light side The term they apply to us is a nigga Call it what you want, 'cause I'm comin' from the corner Same applies to a Ph.D. Who's black, don't wanna roll, sells his soul Watch his head go rollin' Who the fuck are they foolin'? Nobody knows, but I suppose the color of my clothes Matches the color of the one on my face As they wonder what's under my waist (Standin' on the verge) of them gettin' brown That's a fact, got a fear of the bozack Run, run, run, their ass off, they can not hide Yeah, Cube, they can't fuck with the Darkside!