Lyrical Breakdown of Jackin' For Beats - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Jackin' For Beats" 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 "Jackin' For Beats" 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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"Wait a minute, hold on, get your ass up" "Whassup nigga?" "Get over there, shit" 'Ya lil' punk, ass nigga" "C'mere, c'mere, c'mere boy" "God damnit, you stop that shit now" "Take him to jail and get him the hell from in front of this house" "Now wait a minute, wait a minute, hey man" "Whassup?" "Wait a minute" "There are police, go" Give me that beat fool, it's a full time jack move Chilly chill, yo homie make the track move And I'll jack any Tom, Dick and Hank That's the name of the suckers I done ganked I get away from a copper Drop a dime, I'll break you off somethin' proper With the L E N C H M O B T-Bone and that's J D And here's how we'll greet ya Stop fool, come off that beat ya Feel dumb 'cuz you're caught in the dark (Ya lil' nuttin' ass mark) Raise up, 'cuz you can't have it back You said, "I ain't never got gaffled like that" Off the end of the gat you choke Short dog's in the house, "Whattup Loc?" Nuttin' but a come up Gimme that bass and don't try to run up 'Cuz you'll get banked somethin' sweet Ice Cube and the Lench Mob is jackin' for beats Play it jack Play it jack Play it, play it, play it jack Huh and even if you're down with my crew (Yo chuck man, I don't understand this man) (Yo, you got to slow down) I jack them too And then we'll freak it Kick that bass and look what we did Fade the grade, played and made a few mil And I keep stealin' Ice Cube'll make it funky But right about now, let's get up in the hump But I don't party and shake my butt I leave that to the brothers with the funny haircuts And it'll drive you nuts, steal your beat and give it that gangsta touch Like jackin' at night, say hi to the three fifty-seven I'm packin' And it sounds so sweet Ice Cube and the Lench Mob is jackin' for beats Play it jack Play it jack, jack Play it, play it jack Ice Cube, take a funky beat and re-shape Locate a dope break and then I break it And give it that gangsta lean Dead in your face as I turn up the bass I make punk suckers run and duck because I don't try to hide 'cuz you know that I love to Jack a fool for his beat and then I'm out So when I come to your town don't crowd me 'Cuz I know, you're gonna wanna kick it with me But I know, none of y'all can get with me So you think you're protected Well you are 'til you put a funky beat on a record Then I have to show and prove and use your groove 'Cuz suckers can't fade the Cube And if I jack you and you keep comin' I'll have you marks a hundred miles and running Stop, stop, stop, stop Sa-prize, niggaz