Lyrical Breakdown of On Them Pills - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "On Them Pills" 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 "On Them Pills" 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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Now where's the police at? He should be too embarrassed to even Walk back through this mother fucker town When he-when he comes down, (What the fuck they give me? This ain't meth) Somebody done gave him shit He done blazed, what is he smoking? He can't be that fuckin' crazy to just come outside and just chill like this Somebody gave him something He's off high off some shit Them niggas on them pills Them bitches on them pills Poppin' shit is why they can't pay they bills They be sweatin', they need gills Fuck that chronic smoke, they want them chemicals Them niggas on them pills Them bitches on them pills Poppin' shit is why they can't pay they bills They be sweat, sweatin', they need gills Fuck that chronic smoke, they want them chemicals Uh, you's a drugstore cowboy Everything you put in your mouth look like a Altoid Crazy ass niggas love a bitch named Molly Passed out on the floor, go and get a dolly I saw your boy-boy in the street butt naked, tricking Wormin' up and down 122nd His momma tried to stop him and those youngers had to mob 'Em so cops tried to pop 'em but them bullets couldn't drop 'em Damn Them niggas on them pills Them bitches on them pills Poppin' shit is why they can't pay they bills They be sweatin', they need gills Fuck that chronic smoke, they want them chemicals Them niggas on them pills Them bitches on them pills Poppin' shit is why they can't pay they bills They be sweatin', they need gills Fuck that chronic smoke, they want them chemicals Baby, if you feelin' horny, Take two of these and wake up in the mornin' With a nigga snorin', you don't even know And his half cousin and his little bro Damn, are you a hoe from Idaho? Hell yeah, especially off that chemical Them fuckin' drugs'll take you that pinnacle Drop you in the snow with it ten below Them niggas on them pills Them bitches on them pills Poppin' shit is why they can't pay they bills They be sweatin', they need gills Fuck that chronic smoke, they want them chemicals Them niggas on them pills Them bitches on them pills Poppin' shit is why they can't pay they bills They be sweatin', they need gills Fuck that chronic smoke, they want them chemicals He dizzin' off them them Oxycontin Got them front teeth all rotten Viagra mixed with ecstasy is the reason for your latest pregnancy You the Joker off that Heath Ledger I'ma smoker (why?) 'cause weed's better You niggas start to panic when you off that Xanax Drownin' in the gutter, you think it's the Atlantic Them niggas on them pills Them bitches on them pills Poppin' shit is why they can't pay they bills They be sweatin', they need gills Fuck that chronic smoke, they want them chemicals Them niggas on them pills Them bitches on them pills Poppin' shit is why they can't pay they bills They be sweatin', they need gills Fuck that chronic smoke, they want them chemicals My name is Jesus Christ, I just discovered that today My name is Jesus Christ and I did not-yes, I asked for this I was a thirsty bitch and I made a deal with the devil, sir But I'm gonna hit a lick, okay? Do you believe in Jesus Christ? You do? Do you believe in me? Yeah? I won't let you in then, bitch 'Cause I joined the other side I joined the other side! Toma tu gasolina! Toma tu gasolina! Do you believe me now? No Okay fuck you bitch!