Lyrical Breakdown of The Wrong Nigga To Fuck Wit - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "The Wrong Nigga To Fuck Wit" 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 "The Wrong Nigga To Fuck Wit" 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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[Verse One] God damn, it's a brand new payback From the straight gangsta mack in straight gangsta black How many motherfuckers gotta pay Went to the shelf and dusted off the AK Caps gotta get pealed Cause "The Nigga Ya Love to hate" still can "Kill at Will" It ain't no pop cause that sucks And you can New Jack SWING on my nuts Down wit the niggaz that I bail out I'm platinum bitch and I didn't have to sell out Fuck you Ice Cube, that's what the people say Fuck AmeriKKKa, still wit hthe triple K Cause you know when my nine goes buck It'll bust your head like a watermelon dropped from 12 stories up Now let's see who'll drop Punk motherfuckers tryin to ban hip-hop Fuck R&B and the runnin man I'm the one that stand, with the gun in hand Make sure before you buck wit duck quick Punk, cause I'm the wrong nigga to fuck wit "I'ma let y'all know one thing man." [Verse Two] Hell yeah it's on, you better tell 'em Ice Cube and I'm rolling with the motherfuckin L.M. It's the number one crew in the area Make a move for your gat and I'll bury ya Ashes to ashes, dirt to dirt Punks roll when I put in work Cause Lench Mob niggaz are the craziest And y'all motherfuckers can't fade my shit South Central, that's where the Lench Mob dwell Hittin fools up with the big ass L One time can't hold me back Sweatshirt, khakis and crokersacs Stop givin juice to the Raiders Cause Al Davis, never paid us I hope he wear a vest It's all about the L-E-N-C-H y'all know the rest Motherfuckin crew, motherfuckin mob Do a motherfuckin job in a motherfuckin squad In '91 Ice Cube grew stronger and bigger And I'm the wrong nigga to fuck with "One-and-two, ah-three-e-and-ah-four-and." "Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute" [Cube] Drop a old school beat! [Verse Three] Like I said, it's a brand new payback Now in '91, let's see who beats the jack Sir Jinx grew a little bit taller (Keep the wack beats out) true motherfuckin baller And hoes can't roll on Even bitches looking like En Vogue gotta "Hold On" Don't let me catch Daryl Gates in traffic I gotta have it, to peel his cap backwards I hope he wear a vest too, and his best blue Goin up against the Zulu Break his spine like a jellyfish Kick his ass til I'm smellin shit Off wit the head, off wit the head I say And watch the devil start kickin Run around like a chicken, grand dragon finger lickin Yo, turn him over wit a spatula Now we got, Kentucky Fried Cracker Mess with the Cube, you get punked quick Pig, cause I'm the wrong nigga to fuck with! "Last person in the world you wanna fuck with." (repeat 3X)