Lyrical Breakdown of Retaliation - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Retaliation" 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 "Retaliation" 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.
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Every year the same shit happens More fucking funerals, dead homies Niggas out here killing each other I don't know why When it happens to you You just can't turn the other fucking cheek Gotta get back for your dead niggas Yeah, I'm caught up, too Sometimes I sit and wonder How many motherfuckers gonna die this summer Gunshots from the Hummer Now the sawed-off riot pumps lay 'cross the beds They said my militia wouldn't strike back MAC-10, 11, 12, here to send them pussies to hell They started it, there's no way to mend it We'll end it, my crew hit the mattresses G-O-Dfather style, all prepared to get buck wild Half my niggas ball, other half ain't got it all They stay up at nights waiting on a combat call Drinking hard liquor, smoking mad loop and shit So high, sometimes I even got to load they clips I ain't mad at them, though, they dumps the ammo In you, suspend you in air, hell yeah It's the time that the real niggas live for, retaliation Move on 'em, show and prove on 'em All you punk bitches just stand back and watch Me? I'm oiling up the Heckler & Koch I gots no love for them busters that put the work in I can still see my fucking boy's body jerking I ran over to him, put my hand on his chest Hole like an apple in the side of his neck His eyes glassed up, his body jerked once more There's nothing else to do but to go to war Slide the hollow tips in the chrome .44 Roll down the windows, hang the heat out the door Catch all the fucking bodies that I can tonight Double back on your bitch crew broad daylight There's no innocence allowed in these ghetto streets Grab your guns, buck 'em off, when you hit, you leak Tell me what would you do if they killed your best friends Could you keep it cool? Would the wounds mend? If I said peace, I'd be a motherfucking liar I'm letting off 'til my arms tire Retaliation Been packing straps so long I got a permanent bruise in my leg Better that than dead Now it's time to show you what I'm trained for in this Rally up the wolfpack, attack relentless Make you understand it was the wrong crew you fucked with Now it's on, bitch, your skies are darker than shit You must've not've known who you fucking hit that day Or maybe you did, you're dying anyway And not just you, some of your family To tell the truth, any-fucking-body we see You might just wanna turn yourself in to me To save your hood the pain of my crew's treachery You fucked up, we know where you are, where you live We got your place, ran 'em to a cop on the tape We hit your block so hard, you'd swear it was an earthquake Squeeze off the fully auto, make your whole crib shake I know you're breathing hard, living on your last day Or maybe you're laughing, thinking that you got away I don't give a fuck, I won't sleep 'til one of us lays near, my nigga Best to fear these triggers If you're smart, you'll probably make a break out of state We'll just snatch your kid, grab your fucking bitch and wait Or catch you down south, lay your ass out straight There's nowhere to run, it's time to meet your make You got one chance, arm your whole damn crew I couldn't stop my fucking niggas if I wanted to There's no innocence allowed in these ghetto streets Grab your guns, buck 'em off, when you hit, you leak Tell me what would you do if they killed your best friends Could you keep it cool? Would the wounds mend? If I said peace, I'd be a motherfucking liar I'm letting off 'til my arms tire Retaliation