the rhyme king
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Normal rhyme: cat / hat
Multi rhyme: my cat / hi-hat
while most cats was rhyming one syllable rhymes in the 80's g rap came in the game and started the multisyllable rhyming shyt along with rakim
example
Verse one:
When I was five years old I realized there was a road
At the end I will win lots of pots of gold
Never took a break, never made a mistake
Took time to create cos there’s money to make
To be a billionaire takes hard work for years
Some nights I shedded tears while I sent up prayers
Been through hard times, even worked part time
In a ? seafood? store sweepin floors for dimes
I was sort of a porter takin the next man’s order
Breakin my back for ? a shack for headquarters?
All my manpower for four bucks an hour
Took the time, I wrote rhymes in the shower
Shoes are scoffed cos the road gets rough
But i’ma rock it til my pockets ain’t stuffed enough
All the freaks wouldn’t speak cos my checks was weak
They would turn the other cheek so I started to seek
A way to get a play, and maybe one day
I’ll be performin up a storm for a decent pay
No matter how it seems I always kept the dream
All the girlies scream and suckas get creamed
Dreamed about it for five years straight
Finally I got a break and cut my first plate
The road ain’t yellow and there ain’t no witches
My name is kool g rap, I’m on the road to the riches
Multi rhyme: my cat / hi-hat
while most cats was rhyming one syllable rhymes in the 80's g rap came in the game and started the multisyllable rhyming shyt along with rakim
example
Verse one:
When I was five years old I realized there was a road
At the end I will win lots of pots of gold
Never took a break, never made a mistake
Took time to create cos there’s money to make
To be a billionaire takes hard work for years
Some nights I shedded tears while I sent up prayers
Been through hard times, even worked part time
In a ? seafood? store sweepin floors for dimes
I was sort of a porter takin the next man’s order
Breakin my back for ? a shack for headquarters?
All my manpower for four bucks an hour
Took the time, I wrote rhymes in the shower
Shoes are scoffed cos the road gets rough
But i’ma rock it til my pockets ain’t stuffed enough
All the freaks wouldn’t speak cos my checks was weak
They would turn the other cheek so I started to seek
A way to get a play, and maybe one day
I’ll be performin up a storm for a decent pay
No matter how it seems I always kept the dream
All the girlies scream and suckas get creamed
Dreamed about it for five years straight
Finally I got a break and cut my first plate
The road ain’t yellow and there ain’t no witches
My name is kool g rap, I’m on the road to the riches
