Lyrical Analysis of...
Untitled Song
- Keep it to the simple bits, only to the simple shit
- Keep your records poppin like the face of a pimpled kid
- Blast it to the max, kid, it's fantastic shit
- Plastered with a style he mastered quick
- Never been a struggler, flowing like the jugular
- Remember that the losers all thought what thugs they were
- Now they wanna battle me, beef like catle feed
- Walking on battle feet, bring all the cavalry
- I squash all the beef now my shoes have a burger smell
- Sure as hell i shock em like an overcharged duracell
- See how quick i'm killin it, boy what a thrill it is
- Flow is explosive, my wordplay militant
- The competition's running like they training for a marathon
- Thinking that they know me but man they compared it wrong
- They thought i had rules, even followed em and wrote em
- Instead i was the deviant who constantly broke em
- Don't mess with me or test me, let me list separately
- all the reasons that i know that you wont best me
- First of all you coward,
LYRICAL GRADE
A-
RHYME DENSITY
0
RHYME LENGTH
Rhyme Syllables
66
Total Syllables
237
Rhyming Lines
18/20
Unique Words
74.1%
Slang
4.3%
Profanity
2.2%
Avg. Syllables Per Word
1.41
Word Cloud
keep simple bits shit records poppin face pimpled kid blast max it's fantastic plastered style mastered quick never struggler flowing jugular remember losers thought thugs now wanna battle beef catle feed walking feet bring cavalry squash shoes burger smell sure hell shock em overcharged duracell see i'm killin boy thrill flow explosive wordplay militant competition's running training marathon thinking know man compared wrong rules even followed wrote instead deviant constantly broke don't mess test list separately reasons wont best first coward
Profanity
shit, hell
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