ronnie's official rhyme scheme/multisyllable/technical/lyrical/comparison/appreciation thread
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Randy Marsh
what seems to be the officer, problem?
how come you make the same shytty threads over and over again?
the rhyme king
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i got kool g rap on this one
Julius Skrrvin
I be winkin' through the scope
Shut up fakkit.
BulletProof
Just a B@stard Living in a Suit
Jesus fukking Christ.
the cac mamba
Veteran
the rhyme king
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[Verse 2]
I used to stand on the block selling cooked up rock
Money busting out my sock cos I really would clock
They were for kind of fiends bringing jackets and jeans
Magazines, anything, just to hustle for beans
The cash was coming fast, money grew like grass
People hungry for the blast that don't even last
Didn't want to be involved but the money will get ya
Gettin richer and richer, the police took my picture
But I still supplied, some people I knew died
Murders and homicides for bottles of suicide
Money, jewelry, living like a star
And I wasn't too far from a Jaguar car
In a small-time casino, the town's Al Pacino
For all of the girls, the pretty boy Valentino
I shot up stores and I kicked down doors
Collected scars from little neighborhood wars
Many legs I broke, many necks I choked
And if provoked I let the pistol smoke
Loyal members in a crew now down with the game
Selling nickels and dimes in sunshine or rain
What I had was bad from my shoes to my pad
In the first time in my life loaning money to dad
Now the table's turned and my lifestyle switches
My name is Kool G Rap, I'm on the road to the riches
I used to stand on the block selling cooked up rock
Money busting out my sock cos I really would clock
They were for kind of fiends bringing jackets and jeans
Magazines, anything, just to hustle for beans
The cash was coming fast, money grew like grass
People hungry for the blast that don't even last
Didn't want to be involved but the money will get ya
Gettin richer and richer, the police took my picture
But I still supplied, some people I knew died
Murders and homicides for bottles of suicide
Money, jewelry, living like a star
And I wasn't too far from a Jaguar car
In a small-time casino, the town's Al Pacino
For all of the girls, the pretty boy Valentino
I shot up stores and I kicked down doors
Collected scars from little neighborhood wars
Many legs I broke, many necks I choked
And if provoked I let the pistol smoke
Loyal members in a crew now down with the game
Selling nickels and dimes in sunshine or rain
What I had was bad from my shoes to my pad
In the first time in my life loaning money to dad
Now the table's turned and my lifestyle switches
My name is Kool G Rap, I'm on the road to the riches
Vagina Thief
Your mother has nuts
You need to realize breh. the personification of intricate lyrics within an artists song reflect upon the virtues he places on the way he expresses his inner thoughts. The medium which he does express himself is always in a 4/4 pattern meaning his message will not be diluted and lost upon sudden tempo changes placed with said song. Now, in our day and age the method of repetition is very popular simply because we are human and repetition gives us a feeling of certainty in reality. This is the reason some people check their doorknobs to see if their door is locked more than once. The same logic can be applied to passwords and having to input a password on a website you are signing up on twice as to avoid error. This is engraved into our brains as so. So you see... at the end of the day they get away with having the same rhyme schemes simply because the human mind is accustomed to and expects it. There are rare occasions where change is welcome but the change always correlates with the timing or tone of said song. I hope this explanation has helped you on your journey towards the ultimate understanding of Rhyme Schemes. You have a good day kind sir.
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the rhyme king
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My dogs is dogs with official bloodline
I say stop being greedy, get a plate if you want mine
Why them nikkas always force you to take it back to the streets
Can I at least go one year without spitting the heat
Motherfukkers think you sweat till your chest gets messed up
Two days later he's dressed up, let him rest up
He ain't going nowhere, no time soon
Remember high noon, last thing he heard was BOOM
Can I gets some room, or do I have to make me a path
break you in half, fake nikkas make me laugh
Yall nikkas is funny, still talking about money
And ain't got none, get the shotgun cause you hungry
dmx rhyme schemes was ridiculously intricate.
I say stop being greedy, get a plate if you want mine
Why them nikkas always force you to take it back to the streets
Can I at least go one year without spitting the heat
Motherfukkers think you sweat till your chest gets messed up
Two days later he's dressed up, let him rest up
He ain't going nowhere, no time soon
Remember high noon, last thing he heard was BOOM
Can I gets some room, or do I have to make me a path
break you in half, fake nikkas make me laugh
Yall nikkas is funny, still talking about money
And ain't got none, get the shotgun cause you hungry
dmx rhyme schemes was ridiculously intricate.
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DMX in his prime was a BEAST. Just listen to his unreleased shyt. For example Stick Em
Funny shyt is b4 I shot the nikka
U Shoulda seen how the bytch came up out the nikka
Now I got the nikka where I can run up in em
Made him say Daddy b4 I put the gun up in em
Put 1 up in em 2 3 empty the clip
Have his whole head looking like a busted lip
And I skip cuz I can't stand another case
Went to his wake so i could laugh at the look on his mothers face
Funny shyt is b4 I shot the nikka
U Shoulda seen how the bytch came up out the nikka
Now I got the nikka where I can run up in em
Made him say Daddy b4 I put the gun up in em
Put 1 up in em 2 3 empty the clip
Have his whole head looking like a busted lip
And I skip cuz I can't stand another case
Went to his wake so i could laugh at the look on his mothers face
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the rhyme king
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Y'all be nice to the crackheads, everybody listen up
I shot one of my bytches, the ho ain't trick enough
Word life to big screen Don, tapping dustbones out
With starwriters like I fukked Celine Dion
Stuck everything that's the god's honest beyond
We airin' nikkas out that's the type shyt that we on
Official Wu-Tang headbanger
Flood your space with big waves like you did in Sri Lanka
I shot one of my bytches, the ho ain't trick enough
Word life to big screen Don, tapping dustbones out
With starwriters like I fukked Celine Dion
Stuck everything that's the god's honest beyond
We airin' nikkas out that's the type shyt that we on
Official Wu-Tang headbanger
Flood your space with big waves like you did in Sri Lanka