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