Lyrical Breakdown of Can't Truss It - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Can't Truss It" 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 "Can't Truss It" 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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Here come the drums Here come the drums Bass in your face Not an eight track Gettin' it good to the wood So the people give you some a dat Reactin' to the fax That I kick and it stick And it stay around Pointin' to the joint put the Buddha down Goin' goin' gettin' to the roots Ain't givin' it up So turn me loose But then again I got a story That's harder than the hardcore Cost of the holocaust I'm talin' 'bout the one still goin' on I know, where I'm from, not dum diddie dum From the base motherland, the place of the drum Invaded by the wack diddie wack Fooled the black, left us faded King and chief probably had a big beef Because of dat now I grit my teeth So here's a song to the strong 'Bout a shake of a snake And the smile went along wit dat Can't truss it Can't truss it Can't truss it Can't truss it Can't truss it Kickin' wicked rhymes Like a fortune teller 'Cause the wickedness done by Jack Where everybody at Divided and sold For liquor and the gold Smacked in the back For the other man to mack Now the story that I'm kickin' is glory Little rock where they be Dockin' this boat No hope I'm shackled Plus gang tackled By the other hand swingin' the rope Wearin' red, white and blue, Jack and his crew The guy's authorized beat down for the brown Man to the man, each one so it teach one Born to terrorize, sisters and every brother One love who said it, I know Whodini sang it But the hater taught hate That's why we gang bang it Beware of the hand When it's comin' from the left I ain't trippin' just watch ya step Can't truss it Can't truss it Can't truss it Can't truss it Can't truss it Can't truss it Can't truss it Can't truss it Can't truss it An' I judge everyone, one by the one Look here come the judge Watch it here he come now I can only guess what's happ'nin' Years ago, he woulda been The ship's captain Gettin' me bruised on a cruise What I got to lose, lost all contact Got me layin' on my back Rollin' in my own leftover When I roll over, I roll over in somebody else's 90 damn days on a slave ship Count 'em fallin' off 1, 2, 3, 4 hun'ed at a time Blood in the wood and it's mine I'm chokin' on spit feelin' pain Like my brain bein' chained Still gotta give it what I got It's hot in the day, it's cold in the night But I thrive to survive, I pray to God to stay alive My attitude boils up inside And that ain't it, you think I'll every quit Still I pray to get my hands 'round The neck of the man wit' the whip 3 months pass, they brand a label on my ass To signify, owned I'm on the microphone Sayin' 1555, how I'm livin' We been livin' here Livin' ain't the word I been givin' Haven't got Classify us in the have-nots Fightin' haves 'Cause it's all about money When it comes to armageddon Mean I'm gettin' mine Here I am turn it over Sam 427 to the year Do you understand? That's why it's hard For the black to love the land Once again Bass in your face Not an eight track Gettin' it good to the wood So the people Give you some a dat Reactin' to the fax That I kick and it stick And it stay around Pointin' to the joint, put the Buddha down Goin', goin', gettin' to the roots Ain't givin' it up So turn me loose But then again I got a story That's harder than the hardcore Cost of the holocaust I'm talin' 'bout the one still goin' on I know, where I'm from, not dum diddie dum From the base motherland, the place of the drum Invaded by the wack diddie wack Fooled the black, left us faded King and chief probably had a big beef Because of dat now I grit my teeth So here's a song to the strong 'Bout a shake of a snake And the smile went along wit dat Can't truss it Can't truss it Can't truss it Can't truss it Can't truss it Can't truss it Can't truss it Can't truss it Can't truss it Can't truss it Can't truss it Can't truss it