Lyrical Breakdown of Squeeze the Trigger - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Squeeze the Trigger" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Ice-T weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Squeeze the Trigger" 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-T 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-T's narrative.

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Yo Evil, what's up man? They be buggin', They won't play our records on the radio, man, say we violent, man. They need to look at the news, You know what I'm sayin'? They need to kill that noise. Man what you doin' with that up under your Shirt? Aw, man, it's time we put some head out, word. Let's get busy, E. Come on, home boy Squeeze the trigger Man I'm tired of this nonsense, sweatin' my crew, Tryin' to come to the show, Searchin' my car, man I'm sick of the cops Rampage on the stage, my crew's in a rage Searched my posse, found the Uzi but missed the 12 gauge Maniac, I'm a rhyme brainiac, Livin' on the edge of a razor, remember that Cold rollin' thick as a shake, I'm rockin' hard as a quake I can live on bread and water or lobster and steak My mind's a riot gun, there ain't none bigger About to unload the ammo, E squeeze the trigger ("You fight...") Got 'im! ("...to live.") "Police still have no leads for the apprehension of [?]" "Has it ever occured to you? The president might be the one who wants you dead." They say I'm violent, they should watch the T.V You say I'm brutal, you should check your P.D You made me, now your kids rave me I rap about the life that the city streets gave me Murder, intrigue, somebody must bleed Miami Vice is small time, L.A.'s the big league From the Rollin' '60s to the Nickerson G's Pueblos, Grape Street, this is what I see The Jungle, the '30s, the V.N.G Life in L.A. ain't no cup of tea And they be sayin' I'm illin', yo Squeeze the trigger Got 'im! "Violence erupts at a Los Angeles hip-hop Concert. Rap music is blamed for violence Violence erupts at a New York Hockey game. Hockey is blamed for violence Violence breaks out at a European Soccer game. Soccer is blamed for violence Violence breaks out at a nuclear Peace rally. Peace is blamed for violence." I've been dogged out by cops, shackled and socked Paid my dues to the streets, took my hard knocks Disrespected by snobs, damn near trampled by mobs Persecuted by squares workin' nine to five jobs But like a panther I prowl, like a lion I growl Learn to see behind my back like the head of an owl I'm the voice of the youth, the prophet of truth What I speak is reality though some may say ruth- -Less tactics are takin' by me to awaken People to life but I feel no fakin' No jivin', no lyin', no frontin', no playin' Say exactly what's up, understand what I'm sayin' Ban me, try it, you might cause a riot What the radio won't play, the underground will supply it I'm an MC pirate that's loud, not quiet Radical as they make'em, make a rule I'll defy it Critics may say I'm wise, some may call my words lies I've lived more in one day than they will in their lives With most due respect the words I inject Kick credit for realism and the truth I project Because I could bust rhymes for fun, or cut MC's like a knife But the topic I love is the drama of life So don't diss me don't dare, I feel you should care You may think I'm soft but you're just unaware Of the wrath of the Ice enraged, prepare For a true nightmare Squeeze the trigger Cops hate kids, kids hate cops, cops kill kids with warnin' shots What is crime and what is not? What is justice? I think I forgot We buy weapons to keep us strong Reagan sends guns where they don't belong The controversy is thick and the drag is strong But no matter the lies we all know who's wrong Homeless sleep on the city streets Waitin' to die with nothin' to eat While rich politicians soak their feet In the pools at their ten million buck retreats People hate people for color of face No one had a choice in the race we were placed A brother in Queens was beaten and chased Murdered cold in the streets, a goddamn disgrace Just because of his race, his life went to waste And no one went to jail when the court heard the case Justice or corruption? It's all interlaced How can you swallow this? I can't stand the taste Squeeze the trigger I get paid for illin', cold makin' a killin' My pockets keep fillin', I got dollars to the ceilin' Got a safe in my floor, car got bullet-proof doors Every time I rock the mic I leave you wishin' for more Because my raps ain't bull, got cold stupid pull You wanna eat my rhymes like candy, 'til your mind's over full But most MC's today ain't got nothin' to say A to the mother fuckin' K