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.
• 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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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) 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') 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 We've gone nowhere in 200 years? That's correct We-we-we've gone nowhere in 200 years? That's correct We-we-we've gone nowhere in 200 years? That's correct