Lyrical Breakdown of Sa Prize (Part 2) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Sa Prize (Part 2)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how N.W.A weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Sa Prize (Part 2)" 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 N.W.A 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 N.W.A's narrative.

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Police Department, Sgt. Kickass speaking Yeah, uh, Kickass, hey it's me again Hold on, hold on a fuckin' minute! What the fuck is your problem? I told you not to call me here! This better be some good shit Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got a big one, it's going down tonight But it's gonna cost you two thousand Wha, you cluckerin' motherfu Listen if you wanna make the deal, you fat motherfucker! It's at 477 Savona Way, 4 A.M.! And don't fuck me! Hey I don't feel good about this one man Hey we been doin' this for fuckin' 10 years and we haven't been caught yet Yeah I just don't know about this one Hey just shut the fuck up and pass me a donut Yeah, what's happening? Hey what's up Dre? Ayo Doc, what's happenin' man, you hook that shit up with 5-0? I hooked that shit up man, this shit's jumpin' off tonight It oughta be happenin' at 4 in the morning Ah alright, we got somethin' for their ass Quiet, quiet, Sgt. said this was gonna be pretty easy Yeah, but never underestimate those fucking niggers Alright are you ready? Yeah, I'm as ready as I'll ever be Alright, on 3 1 2 3! FREEZE MOTHERFUCKERS! Shoot that motherfucker! Punk ass mothafuckin' police! SA PRIZE NIGGAZ! Fuck the police! Fuck, fuck, fuck the police! (Fuck them motherfuckers!) Fuck the police! (Come on come on!) (The big payback) You're motherfucking right, yo Fuck the motherfucking police! They don't want peace, they want a nigga deceased So he'll cease to be a problem, and by the way they perform It seems the Klan gave the white police another uniform And yo the black police, the house niggas They gave you a motherfucking gun, so I guess you figure You made out, good to go, but you didn't know They would stick your black ass back in the ghetto, yo To kill another nigga, catch him with crack, in fact Freebase, they put in the neighborhood in the first place But the brothers ain't stupid, remember that You got a gat, I got a gat, so whassup with that A to the motherfuckin K The last words you hear, then the smoke appears Tears, from your motherfuckin family They're starin at me, but I'm goin gun happy, fuck 'em! Shootin everything in sight tonight's the night to get hyped And fight for what's wrong, fuck what's right! And by the way, my name is Dre So listen up motherfucker to what I gotta say, yo Fuck the police! Fuck the police! Fuck the police! Fuck the police! (Now for the first episode) Yeah that shit's hittin man, where the volume on this motherfucker? Hold-up, hold-up, hold-up, one-time, one-time, one-time Put the joint out! Put the joint out! Hey you motherfuckers want to step out of the car? Don't you know it's against the law to play music so god damn loud? Shut the fuck up! Go to jail? Or gimme that shit you was just smoking Motherfuckers done come from high crime areas view the police as a threat And that's some shit you betta not forget Eazy E's the name feared by most When, a lil nigga is thrown in the pen But on the streets there's two kinds of people White rich fucks and the ones who get harassed like me Pull over to the side, a routine for me Tearin' up my shit, like they lookin' for a key of cocaine But they never find the shit Ain't got nuttin better to do and nobody else to fuck wit Thinkin' everything is stolen But can't face facts that a young black nigga's just rollin' Making more money than they ever make Taking more shit than they ever take Yo pigs are made to kill, and no regret and Keep your hand on your weapon shoot his ass and start steppin' 'Cause I'm a nigga that don't give a fuck about nothin' So let me explain a lil somethin', yo See, I got this problem, a big problem Cops don't like me, so I don't like motherfucking cops Fuck the police! Fuck the police! Fuck the police! Fuck the police! Get out of the fuckin car! Wait a god damn minute what the hell did I do? Hey just shut the fuck up black bitch Wait a minute, you ain't gotta be pullin' me by my motherfuckin hair! Let go of my motherfuckin hair! Hey just step the fuck back and shut up! Get your motherfuckin' hands off of me! Calm down, calm down now Listen, we're gonna go around this corner And you're gonna suck me and my partner's dicks Or you're gonna be one black dead nigger bitch Police brutality is common in my neighborhood That's why I hate them motherfuckers I said fuck the police but with a little more force And maybe now I get my point across It's a lot here that's goin on, just open your eyes and look Everyday a young nigga is took Off the face of the streets by a police It's like they gotta a nigga chained on a short leash You can't leave out the city that they shacked up 'Cause if you do left or right they got you jacked up It's embarrassing because you know they justice But all you can do Is say fuck this Because if you move, that's all she wrote Some with the excuse to shoot Or would rather stomp your head 'til you're dead with the steel-toe boot Harassing me with some kind of mind game Actin like a nigga just was born with a gang-name You call that rights but when you're black there's no right Some recreational shit was only a gang fight So shootin at the cops was a street thing To waste time as we slang'd off the cocaine But everything was done just for peace To retaliate, on the fuckin police, so I'm sayin Fuck the police! Fuck the police! Fuck the police! Fuck the police! (The final episode) Hey Juan, look at the piece of ass man Watch out watch out watch out homes! Oh shit man you fucked up, you hit a police car I didn't see that pinche cabron! Better act like you don't speak ingles homes What the fuck? Get your ass out of there, I've had enough Of your raggedy ass motherfucking shit! No! No me pagan, por que me pagan, no! Por favor, no, no! Por que? Fuck the police! Fuck the police! Fuck the police! Fuck the police! Fuck the police! Fuck the police! Fuck the police! Fuck the police! Chinga tu pinche madre pinche policias weyes pendejos salvajes culeros