Lyrical Analysis of...
the unconscious mind
- the unconscious mind it begins to wander
- from the thoughts from here down to yonder
- no controlling what it wills to think
- connections it will begin to link
- plays through channels of thought like a tv
- and i'm just retelling what it says to me
- why do i write this music
- why can't i get my cruise ship
- if you so great then prove it
- and you better not confuse it
- everything comes to an end
- relationships we cannot mend
- i ain't got the time to spend
- so don't pretend to be my friend
- i don't need fakers in my circle
- and i don't smoke no purple
- cause i'm straight edge like a ruler
- and i ain't gon be a user
- cause i ain't gon be a puppet
- they tell me no i say fuck it
- i'mma do it anyways
- and this world is just so cra
- zy, can't you see
- i'mma stay up on my feet
- omg, who are we
- just the greatest in the game
- and by the end of the day
- you better know the name
- once upon a time, motherfuckers tried to lie to me
- and now you see, motherfuckers tryna side with me
- well would you ride for me? and would you die for me?
- naaaaa, i didn't think so, g
- all my competitors know i'm a hard act to follow
- and i'll be blowing up just like the thirteenth apollo
- but sometimes i try to write and come up with a song
- but every time the product just simply feels so wrong
- is it so bad if i don't wanna rap bout drugs
- is it so bad if i don't wanna rap bout thugs
- well then what else am i supposed to rap about
- feels like im living in a lyrical drought
- it seems that we all suffer from writer's block
- watch the time tick down on the hands of the clock
- time goes by yet i still stay stagnant
- ain't achieved success, not even a fragment
- so i chuck it in the trash and i start over again
- i open up the notepad and pick up the pen
- cause us rappers be worth about a dime a dozen
- so many of us gonna amount to nothing
- and i hear doubts in the back of my mind
- like you'll probably never ever even get signed
- sometimes i wonder about the strangest things
- sometimes i wonder what this life might bring
- like would anyone notice if i was gone
- would they care if i stopped making songs
- imagine i no longer exist on this earth
- and i'd never experience a single rebirth
- i recall my past, did i do em wrong
- did they think of me as weak or strong
- did i even make the slightest impact
- did anyone care about my songs in fact
- how long would it take to become forgotten
- would my memories become downtrodden
- by the bad outshining the good
- or would i be forgiven for good
- like writing my wrongs helped right my wrongs
- i just hope i continue to live on in my songs
LYRICAL GRADE
B
RHYME DENSITY
0
RHYME LENGTH
Rhyme Syllables
135
Total Syllables
645
Rhyming Lines
61/69
Unique Words
63.1%
Slang
5.7%
Profanity
0.9%
Avg. Syllables Per Word
1.37
Word Cloud
unconscious mind begins wander thoughts here down yonder controlling wills think connections begin link plays through channels thought tv i'm retelling write music can't cruise ship great prove better confuse everything comes end relationships mend ain't time spend don't pretend friend need fakers circle smoke purple cause straight edge ruler gon user puppet tell fuck i'mma anyways world cra zy see stay up feet omg greatest game day know name once upon motherfuckers tried lie now tryna side well ride die naaaaa didn't g competitors hard act follow i'll blowing thirteenth apollo sometimes try come song product simply feels wrong bad wanna rap bout drugs thugs supposed im living lyrical drought seems suffer writer's block watch tick hands clock goes still stagnant achieved success even fragment chuck trash start over again open notepad pick pen rappers worth dime dozen many gonna amount nothing hear doubts back you'll probably never signed wonder strangest things life bring anyone notice gone care stopped making songs imagine longer exist earth i'd experience single rebirth recall past em weak strong make slightest impact fact long take become forgotten memories downtrodden outshining good forgiven writing wrongs helped right hope continue live
Profanity
fuck, motherfuckers
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