Lyrical Breakdown of Anti-Nigger Machine - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Public Enemy weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Anti-Nigger Machine" 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 Public Enemy 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 Public Enemy's narrative.

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But yo, anyway Check this out You know we do whatever we to survive Drop it! When I'm talkin' rhyme time To blow your mind time Some say there's nothing worse to hear some nigger curse They call me rude, some dude's firery attitude Claimin' I boast, smoke and sometimes sing the Blues I slang metal and settle Try to never back-pedal From the power some got To get a nigger shot The null and void I test the paranoid Never had to be bad My momma raised me mad So what I got, is hot Love my life, a lot I'm never sad, just glad, that's why I thank my dad Nuh-uh. I ain't wit this Boy Whatchalike? I ain't wit it Dem never gave a fuck about what I said Now dem listen And they wanna clock my head Bo! I ain't wit it This is what I mean Anti-Nigger Machine Instead of peace The police just wanna wreck and flex As a kid What I did was try to be the best And so they fingered the trigger Figured I was the bigger nigger And started to search So I headed West Went to Cali A rally For a Brothers death It was the Fuzz who shot him Not the Bloods or Cuz I wondered why it was like... So, I just held my mic But in my mind I was blind So I just tried to find A reason we was Just the way that we was So I just stayed in the crib Until I got a buzz