BUILDING BLUEPRINT
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Inner mind
- I'm done... Fucking done trying to fit what you want
- I'm just gonna do me
- Fight arousing deep in my mind intertwined with things that I find
- As I write a line I'm confined to normal rap in these lines
- say rappings impossible, kids get fame from just doing vines
- aligned to survive being undermined with endless betrayal knives
- back aches with lingering past stains, committed with no shame
- Taken the blame for savages, who'd treat me fucking inhumane
- slain pages fearlessly, possess a mark twain brain,
- changed when I choose to restrain from time wasted on a complaint
- leave the realm you've confined, dive into a line of what I devise
- Rookie lives consist of lies, following down the path of demise
- Keep talking about the hood, I'm taking selfies on the windshield look
- Picking up the books while you paid nothing to pick up burgers to cook
- I've just never been the tough guy, my life been taken lightly
- unstable, ungrateful, unable to phrase the fuckery politely
- To hateful souls so unfaithful, ha need to switch where they aiming
- Nothing is outta reach if Im still see kids get rich off just gaming
- wounded, isolated, funny you'd think that I'd hate it
- think fulfillments overrated, then pay checks will come belated
- Shit it escalated when you contemplated being manipulated
- as you debated leaving beliefs, you and mediocrity aquatinted
- Sure, prolly hate it, wish youd change it, yet you still sit back
- Cause you lack the interact over the willpower you have
- Than wake and shape the fuck up you fucks waiting for luck?
- On the journey you get discouraged, keep working why give a fuck
- been told the clock will tick on, but I think time stops when I write
- belong to this abstract pad, running no time to look back
- Lyrical attacks done more in history than charging with fists and bats
- Combat with thoughts to collapse, but I avoid a second relapse
- The more time to elapsed with rhymes on this pad I scratch
- Hatch new hits becoming a mismatch giving you whiplash
- Get smacked, quick smash,
- split your bitch half if you threaten me with the past
- Was an outcast, but alas reborn in the wrath of this bloodbath path
- I do what I need to
- Day after day
- One day it'll pay off
- One day
- trapped to attack the tracks, to get a plaque in this rap
- Work fast, so I slack for a week with no time elapsed
- give up, cave in, that voice keep clawing in my mind
- Then reminded the unkind results of not following the dream inclined
- inner mind, mine is fried from smoke passing through
- I'll make time for you promise, after I perform this passion on cue
- When I make time for us, it comes crashing on through, onto you
- never knew me and rap could be through, until I make it on through
- Escape to Xbox for hours on end, pretend to be a gamer
- Yet drop shooting and wall bouncing puts my dream in danger
- Go ahead and fantasize bout being troops, meeting power rangers
- I'll build skyscrapers so teenagers can relate, to feeling stranger
- I'll never be sure I'm choosing to right, just instilled in this mind
- Still behind the method of escaping the stranger waiting in line
- I've been waiting all this time for someone to come and help me rise
- Unaware waiting on hills of lies is a sure fire way to never shine
- never outspoken, not the confidence to lead a convo
- Self sorrow and pity is my continent, letting them lead as I follow
- public I'm hollow and shy, afraid to confront or conduct any stunt
- On the tract I run free amongst everyone I feel normallys above
- These rhymes are my heroine, an American embarrassment
- comparison to doing heroine, man this seems a settlement
- get laughed still, ever since I was a kid too immature
- assert and assure, play this political game of high school endorsed
- I've cried and the floor, felt trapped in after lured
- Now I work to procure these classes then coming to perform with
- my passion, going with no intermission with this ambition
- listen, gotta a problem, go fishing ain't my problem stop bitching
- found something I don't screw up, this craft I write and conduct
- Construct a new ego dump the old coward, time to reconstruct
- enough of this front my whole life, trying so hard to be polite
- Never fail to delight, but that guy died and made a new mike
- Keep hiding behind the mask, become the face even you see
- task's to fast from past screw ups and oppurtunity
- Worrys nothing but burden, uncertain is a disturbance
- Worthless letting it weigh you down, impossible to toss behind the curtains
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