Lyrical Analysis of...

STILL HERE

  1. HOOK:
  2. Critics love it, spit it, huff it, still it's rough, I'll kill fears,
  3. and blast through the game, 'till I'm old but I'm still here,
  4. I give y'all my sympathy, I'm still crying them real tears,
  5. no animosity, I'll make this real and ill, I'm still here (X2)
  6.  
  7. VERSE 1:
  8. The funeral for hip hop, I'm aiming down the sniper scope,
  9. when I blast, rifles will be striking volts like lightning bolts,
  10. my music is righteous hope when newcomers like to gloat,
  11. I'm a psycho with that razor sharp blessed decisive flow,
  12. this music's dying with it's head strung up in a tightened rope,
  13. from hustler rappers bragging about selling the whitest coke,
  14. it's nice to know ya, aim and spark it at the white and the black,
  15. if these motherfuckers stop us, then we're fighting 'em back,
  16. y'all critics really think I just bought that new rifle to tap?
  17. that's shock value, homie, I want fans all hyped up to clap,
  18. from poor to middle class and back again, I'm psycho to rap,
  19. 'cuz I remember poppin' off them chains from bicycle racks,
  20. but I had a conscience, listened to it, never stole the bicycles,
  21. but those crews I ran with were tough and cold as icicles,
  22. if you hate my music, then I'll hold the court and prosecute ya,
  23. murder from the first degree, and then I'll cock and shoot ya,
  24. that shit is purely art, it's surely taught, I need to block the future,
  25. or this music will be dead, no doubt, I need to lock the Ruger,
  26. you're like the Kama Sutra, after this you're fucking history,
  27. I'll leave you like y'all did hip hop, all broke and stuck in misery,
  28. y'all say you're holding pistols here, now I see crystal clear,
  29. y'all turn back on your neighborhoods, still you miss the tears,
  30. people only sell out 'cuz they make for corporations off it,
  31. people in those ghettoes are still victims of the racist cop shit,
  32. just to make their profit, they forgot it, y'all just take it hostage,
  33. way obnoxious, holding that like cockpits with plated Glock clips,
  34. I'm taking shots, y'all faking knots, conscious? I'm paid to talk it,
  35. explode this like spaceship rockets, all of my patience? Lost it,
  36. they hate the South and talk about it, it's like they forgot KRIT,
  37. dealers lace the rock on vacant plots, forsaken blocks, it,
  38. seems they'll race and knock it, I guess what I'm trying to say,
  39. y'all turn them #crazy #prophets, Jim Jones, y'all dying today
  40.  
  41. HOOK:
  42. Critics love it, spit it, huff it, still it's rough, I'll kill fears,
  43. and blast through the game, 'till I'm old but I'm still here,
  44. I give y'all my sympathy, I'm still crying them real tears,
  45. no animosity, I'll make this real and ill, I'm still here (X2)

Lyrics added by ItsTheory

LYRICAL GRADE

A+

RHYME DENSITY

0

RHYME LENGTH

1 syllable
2 syllables
3 syllables
4 syllables
5+ syllables
Rhyme Syllables

193

Total Syllables

594

Rhyming Lines

41/45

Unique Words

60.1%

Slang

5.3%

Profanity

1.3%

Avg. Syllables Per Word

1.34

Word Cloud

1 hook critics love spit huff still it's rough i'll kill fears blast through game 'till i'm old here give y'all sympathy crying real tears animosity make ill x2 verse funeral hiphop aiming down sniper scope rifles striking volts lightning bolts music righteous hope newcomers gloat psycho razorsharp blessed decisive flow music's dying head strung up tightened rope hustler rappers bragging selling whitest coke nice know ya aim spark white black motherfuckers stop we're fighting 'em back really think bought new rifle tap that's shock value homie want fans hyped clap poor middle class again rap 'cuz remember poppin' chains bicycle racks conscience listened never stole bicycles those crews ran tough cold icicles hate hold court prosecute murder first degree cock shoot shit purely art surely taught need block future dead doubt lock ruger you're kama sutra fucking history leave broke stuck misery holding pistols now see crystal clear turn neighborhoods miss people sell out corporations ghettoes victims racist cop profit forgot take hostage way obnoxious cockpits plated glock clips taking shots faking knots conscious paid talk explode spaceship rockets patience lost south krit dealers lace rock vacant plots forsaken blocks seems they'll race knock guess trying crazy prophets jim jones today

Profanity

motherfuckers, cock, shit, fucking

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