Lyrical Breakdown of I Wanna Kill Sam - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "I Wanna Kill Sam" 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 "I Wanna Kill Sam" 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.
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The army is the only way out for a young Black teenager

We'll provide you with housing

We'll provide you with education

We'll provide you with everything you need to survive in life

We'll help you to be the best soldier in the U-S of A

Because we do more before seven a.m.

Than most niggers do in their whole lifetime

Gainin' on ya (I'm comin')

I'm comin'

Gainin' on ya (I'm comin')

I'm comin'

I wanna kill him 'cause he tried to play me like a trick

But you see, I'm the wrong nigga to fuck with

I got the A to the motherfuckin' K and it's ready to rip

Slapped in my banana clip

And I'm lookin'

Is he in Watts, Oakland, Philly or Brooklyn?

It seems like he got the whole country behind him

So it's sort of hard to find him

But when I do, gotta put my gat in his mouth

Pump seventeen rounds, make his brains hang out

'Cause the shit he did was uncalled for

Tried to fuck a brother up the ass like a small whore

And that shit ain't fly

So now I'm settin' up the ultimate drive-by

And when you hear this shit, It make the world say

"Damn I wanna kill Sam"

Do the niggas run this motherfucker? (Hell yeah)

Mama, some man at the front door (sit your ass down)

Uh, hi

I have reason to believe that someone in this household

Has just turned eighteen

Am I correct?

Here's why I wanna kill the punk

'Cause he tried to take a motherfuckin' chunk of the funk

He came to my house, I let 'em bail in

'Cause he said he was down with the LM

He gave up a little dap

Then turned around and pulled out a gat

I knew it was a caper

I said, "Please don't kill my mother," so he raped her

Tied me up, took me outside

And I was thrown in a big truck

And it was packed like sardines

Full of niggas who fell for the same scheme

Took us to a place and made us work

All day and we couldn't have shit to say

Broke up the families forever

And to this day, Black folks can't stick together

And it's odd

Broke us down, made us pray to his God

And when I think about it, it make me say "Damn

I wanna kill Sam"

Ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah (I'm comin')

I'm comin'

Now in ninety-one, he wanna tax me

I remember the son of a bitch used to axe me

And hang me by a rope 'til my neck snapped

Now the sneaky motherfucker wanna ban rap

And put me under dirt or concrete

But God can see through a white sheet

'Cause you the devil in drag

You can burn your cross, well I'll burn your flag

Try to give me the HIV

So I can stop makin' babies like me

And you're givin' dope to my people, chump

Just wait 'til we get over that hump

'Cause your ass is grass 'cause I'ma blast

Can't bury rap like you buried jazz

'Cause we stopped bein' whores, stop doin' floors

So, bitch, you can fight your own wars

So if you see a man in red white and blue

Gettin' chased by the Lench Mob crew

It's a man who deserves to buckle

I wanna kill Sam 'cause he ain't my motherfuckin' Uncle

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