Lyrical Breakdown of Still Wanted Dead Or Alive - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Still Wanted Dead Or Alive" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Kool G Rap weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Still Wanted Dead Or Alive" 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 Kool G Rap employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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"When you're on the run from the police, you got two options Turn yourself in. or come out BLASTING!" *boom* [Kool G. Rap] The chase ain't over, the battle ain't done yet Get your ass out of town before sunset Bullets you felt got you runnin for help You gettin struck and my nine is STILL tucked under the belt I'm wanted dead or alive, but I'm still standin Just tell Shannon, got the van with the cannon When I hit, either the nine or the pound spits I even flipped on a mob I was down with So I'm packin a mac at night And blue and whites are everywhere in a nigga sight So come on, you little pigs, who's the bravest? Cause I'ma spit on your ass like Larry Davis Bumpin em off somethin decent Jump out slow and drop the cocktail bomb in the precinct And drop ten with the Glock-10 *boom boom boom* I made another cop spin Now Uncle Sam really wants me But I'ma hit some more spots, then I'm flyin out the country It ain't about runnin off like a sucker I dug my own grave out this motherfucker So I gotta hustle and gamble But before I split, believe I leavin shit in shambles It's a long plane ride, but a nigga gotta survive I'm still wanted dead or alive I'm turnin the city morgue to a deli Was in the belly of the beast now the beast is in my belly I gotta get up more loot Time to throw back on the army suits and Timberland boots Blast at the niggaz from the East New York scene I got my man C with me from Fort Greene Al Capone, D Creative G, and peep my man named B Ready to peel caps like potatoes Kev and Akinyele's on the lookout Up in the spot, niggaz are crooked out and took out *bang* There goes a brain *bang* There goes a liver Ain't no time, for dumpin niggaz in the river I ain't lovin you niggaz no more *vrrrrrrrrrroom* It's time for the chainsaw Off with the legs, arms, and head later And throw the shit down in the incinerator Then I'm off with the drugs and ends Now it's time to get some motherfuckin revenge To the nigga that stuck me in jail I sent his momma's fingers to him in the mail caught up with his ass inside the 10th floor hall *bullets spray* Painted the motherfuckin walls Never mind having balls, you niggaz better duck and dive I'm still wanted dead or alive Aiyyo Jinx, bust em in they motherfuckin face "I pop in my Kool G. Rap and Polo tape" -> Chuck D They was - straight goin out like a gunner Because a nigga's wanted, I'm even hunted by bounty hunters But I'm spittin out bigger lead They got about a half a million dollar reward on a nigga's head But I murdered the whole crew I saw they spirits leave they bodies and I shot at them bitches too I put the nine to their it's so simple *bang bang* Now that's what I call a Holy Temple You put a nigga to the test But if you fuck with me, then you fuckin with the best I'm wettin niggaz and I'm fleein G Cause Sing-Sing? ain't seein me You gettin zipped up in leather Cause if your ass leaks once, then your ass leaks forever To the nigga that threatened my life Went up to his crib, started wettin his wife Nigga hidin in a closet Checked his ass, and made a motherfuckin deposit Sucker tried to get live Yeah, I'm still wanted dead or alive