Lyrical Breakdown of Aintnuttin Buttersong - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Aintnuttin Buttersong" 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 "Aintnuttin Buttersong" 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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We got so much soul You can damn near see it Spinnin' on a forty five I've come to the conclusion Clear the confusion My point is to rock Dis funky joint Don't you know I got tangled In the star spangled banner In the middle of Alabama Or was it Tennessee or Arkansas New York and Cali got the same Amount of race rally's I know they want to hang me Straight around the neck So I'm knockin' off the hand checks So you can When I say what it is It ain't nutting but a song Krackas, killas, kidnappas KKK try's to blame it on the rappers They don't count the ones That bounce to the forty ounce Or the runts dat get stunted By the blunts This time I'm gonna take it down the line To the ones that are ready They be holdin' it steady When a song so wrong So many be singin' it Strangled tangled Caught in a spangled Banner got em on dat camera Stars I'm seein' from A beat down in a slamma' O' say can you see But you can't Uncle Sammy wears the pants Toms his bitch When he's swingin' a switch Rather stick da poor up And give it to da rich I always thought dat power Was to the people, we the people O say can I see we ain't people When I pledge allegiance I shoulda got a sticka First grade, second grade I shoulda just kicked a Verse in the middle of class Instead of singin' bout bombs Like a dumb ass Land of the free Home of the brave And hell with us niggas we slaves That shoulda been the last line Of a song that's wrong form to get So when everybody stand I sit The red is for blood shed The blue is for the sad ass songs We be singin' in church While white man's heaven is black man's hell The stars what we way when we Got our ass beat Stripes whip marks in our backs White is for the obvious