Lyrical Breakdown of Natural Born Killaz - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Natural Born Killaz" 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 "Natural Born Killaz" 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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Shit, I'm tired as fuck
Come on, baby, let's get the fuck home
Let's hurry up, I hate this neighborhood
Niggas be trippin' over here and shit
(Hey! Hey nigga!)
Oh, shit!
Just keep walkin', don't turn around
(Hey homeboy! 'Sup motherfucker?)
Here we go again
(You and your motherfuckin' bitch, wussup?)
Hey, nigga, why you fuckin' with me?
(Fuck you, nigga, cause I can!)
Journey with me into the mind of a maniac
Doomed to be a killer since I came out the nutsack
I'm in a murderous mind state with a heart full of terror
I see the devil in the mirror
Buck buck, lights out
'Cause when I get my sawed off
Niggas get hauled off
(Barrel one) touches your motherfuckin' flesh
(Barrel two) touches your fuckin' heart out your chest
You see, I'm quick to let the hammer go click
On my TEC-9, so if you try to wreck mine
Fool, it's your bad time
Feel the blast of the chocolate bomber
Infrared aimed at your head like your name was Sarah Connor
Decapitation, I ain't hesitatin' to put you in the funderal home
With a bullet in your dome
I'm hot like lava, you got a problem?
I got a problem solver, and his name is Revolver
It's like a deadly game of freeze tag
I touch you with a .44 Mag, and you're frozen inside a body bag
Nobody iller than this graveyard filler, cap peeler
Cause I'm a natural born killer
Terror illustrates my era
Now I can't hang around my momma, 'cause I scare her
I'm quick to blast motherfucker (Yeah, what's up)
It feels like I'm bustin' a nut when I open you up
'Cause your body is exposed to the midnight mist
All you weak motherfuckers give my ring a kiss
'Cause I'm givin' dirt naps
Comin' with them bomb ass raps to make your lungs collapse
Perhaps, you never sleep
'Cause evertime you doze
You catch blows to the motherfuckin' nose
Ain't seen the sun, in 66 days
Let me count the ways in a fucked up maze
I never, ever, ever made a ho stay
But I'm down with Dre like AC is down with OJ
So fuck how your livin'
I'm the unforgivin' psycho drivin' murderer
It's authentic, don't panic
I can't stand it
Goddamnit, schizophrenic
So fuck Charlie Manson!
I'll snatch him out of his truck
Hit him with a brick, and I'm dancin'
Mass murderer, natural born killer
And I don't wanna die
I don't wanna die!
I don't wanna!
I don't wanna die, die, die, die, die!
I don't understand the logic in my dreams
But I understand I like the sound of sirens
Terrified screams from the streams of strychnine
Dumpin' on any motherfucker tryin' to trick mine
'Cause punk motherfuckers wanna violate
Now they stiff and cold
And they pupils won't dilate
It's so much pain, migraine, headache
I can hear his bones break
He steps in the single door
Gets his ass whipped with 20 lashes like that dude up in Singapore
So I'ma pull a fuckin' Jeffrey Dahmer
Now I'm suicidal, just like Nirvana
Tick, tock, tock, tick-tock, tick
Dr. Dre and Ice Cube on some murderous shit
Keepin' niggas in order
Makin' their lives shorter, ready to slaughter
'Cause to me, a life ain't worth a quarter or a dime
Mushroom's got my mind
Hallicinatin', ain't no debatin'
I'm creatin' an escape route to be out without a doubt
Scot-free, so don't even think about tryin' to stop me
'Cause I can't wait, I'm out the gate
On the for realer
A thriller from a natural born killer
Gitchi gitchi ya-ya, they call me Dada
Six million ways to murder, choose one
Lose one soul, bodies turn cold
Natural fright from niggas goin' bump in the night
Should I peel him? (Yeah)
Should I peel her?
Am I iller (Hell yeah!)
Than a natural born killer?
Should I peel him? (Yeah)
Should I peel her?
Am I iller (Hell yeah!)
Than a natural born killer?
Should I peel him? (Yeah)
Should I peel her?
Am I iller (Hell yeah!)
Than a natural born killer?
Should I peel him? (Yeah)
Should I peel her?
Am I iller (Hell yeah!)
Than a natural born killer?