Lyrical Breakdown of No Vaseline - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "No Vaseline" 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 "No Vaseline" 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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Goddamn I'm glad y'all set it off Used to be hard now you're just wet and soft First you was down with the AK And now I see you on a video with Michel'le? Lookin' like straight Bozos I saw it comin' that's why I went solo And kept on stompin' When y'all motherfuckers moved straight outta Compton Livin' with the whites, one big house And not another nigga in site I started off with too much cargo Dropped four niggas now I'm makin' all the dough White man just rulin' The Niggas With Attitudes, who ya foolin'? Y'all niggas just phony I put that on my mama and my dead homies Yella Boy's on your team, so you're losin' Ay yo Dre, stick to producin' Callin' me Arnold, but you been-a-dick Eazy-E saw your ass and went in it quick You got jealous when I got my own company But I'm a man, and ain't nobody helpin' me Tryna sound like Amerikkka's Most You could yell all day but you don't come close 'Cause you know I'm the one that flowed Ya done run 100 miles, but you still got one to go With the L-E-N-C-H M-O-B, and y'all disgrace the C-P-T 'Cause you're gettin' fucked out your green by a white boy With no Vaseline The bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin' Who gives a fuck about a punk-ass villain? You're gettin' fucked real quick And Eazy's dick, is smellin' like MC Ren's shit Tried to tell you a year ago But Willie D told me to let a hoe be a hoe, so I couldn't stop you from gettin' ganked Now let's play big-bank-take-little-bank Tried to diss Ice Cube, it wasn't worth it 'Cause the broomstick fit your ass so perfect Cut my hair and I'll cut them balls 'Cause I heard you like givin' up the drawers Gang-banged by your manager, fella Gettin' money out your ass, like a motherfuckin' Ready Teller Givin' up the dollar bills Now they got the Villain with a purse and high-heels So don't believe what Ren say 'Cause he's goin' out like Kunte Kinte But I got a whip for ya Toby Used to be my homie, now you act like you don't know me It's a case of divide-and-conquer 'Cause you let a Jew break up my crew House nigga gotta run and hide Yellin' Compton, but you moved to Riverside So don't front, MC Ren, 'cause I remember when you drove a be B210 Broke as a mothafuckin' joke Let you on the scene to back up the First Team It ain't my fault, one nigga got smart And they rippin' your asshole apart By takin' your green, oh yeah The Villain does get fucked with no Vaseline I never have dinner with the President I never have dinner with the President I never have dinner with the President And when I see your ass again, I'll be hesitant Now I think you a snitch Throw a house nigga in a ditch Half-pint bitch, fuckin' your homeboys You little maggot, Eazy-E turned faggot With your manager, fella Fuckin' MC Ren, Dr. Dre, and Yella But if they were smart as me Eazy-E would be hangin' from a tree With no Vaseline, just a match and a little bit of gasoline Light 'em up, burn 'em up, flame on 'Til that Jheri curl is gone On a permanent vacation, off the massa plantation Heard you both got the same bank account Dumb nigga, what you thinkin' 'bout? Get rid of that Devil real simple, put a bullet in his temple 'Cause you can't be the Nigga 4 Life crew With a white Jew tellin' you what to do Pullin' wools with your scams, now I gotta play the Silence of the Lambs With a midget who's a punk too Tryna fuck me, but I'd rather fuck you Eric Wright, punk, always into somethin', gettin' fucked at night By Mista Shitpacker, bend over for the goddamn cracker, no Vaseline Motherfuckin' nosejob having ass Motherfuckin' Jheri curl lite Ambi wearing motherfuckin' bitch