Lyrical Analysis of...

Can you feel me

  1. I don't know if you be feelin' what i'm sayin' in my raps
  2. having dreams of makin' stacks away from the hood rats
  3. Away from the trouble away form the poverty
  4. i was feelin' like a man before i even hit puberty
  5. Tried to be a good son following the rules
  6. but i wasn't getting noticed so i started packin' tools
  7. Hanging out with the fools sold a little bit of weed
  8. don't be fucking with the stash unless you wan't yo' nose to bleed
  9. Never got caught by the punk police
  10. know this city like the back of my hand ain't no peace
  11. Fo' youngstas like me its either jail or getting shot
  12. can't escape from reality if you be hitting the pot
  13. Sometimes i break down in tears from all of the stress
  14. i possess many styles but i'm far from blessed
  15. Don't have a lot of homies just be chillin by myself
  16. I don't trust them they be fake bad for my nerves and health
  17. Moving with the stealth so i can't be detected
  18. attacking you bustas when you least expect it
  19. If you have something good you best protect it
  20. cuz' i know these madafuckas gonna come and try to take it! Don't fake it!
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  22. Can you feel what i be sayin when the beat starts playin
  23. lyrically slayin hopin mama still prayin
  24. Every day and every night it's the same ol' fight
  25. gotta try to keep it tight gotta try to keep the light!
  26. Can you feel what i be sayin when the beat starts playin
  27. lyrically slayin hopin mama still prayin
  28. Every day and every night it's the same ol' fight
  29. gotta try to keep it tight gotta try to keep the light!
LYRICAL GRADE

B+

RHYME DENSITY

22.49%

RHYME LENGTH

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

82

Total Syllables

365

Rhyming Lines

28/29

Unique Words

62.2%

Slang

11.9%

Profanity

0.4%

Avg. Syllables Per Word

1.33

Word Cloud

don't know feelin' i'm sayin' raps having dreams makin' stacks away hood rats trouble form poverty man before even hit puberty tried good son following rules wasn't getting noticed started packin' tools hanging out fools sold little bit weed fucking stash unless wan't yo' nose bleed never caught punk police city back hand ain't peace fo' youngstas jail shot can't escape reality hitting pot sometimes break down tears stress possess many styles far blessed lot homies chillin myself trust fake bad nerves health moving stealth detected attacking bustas expect something best protect cuz' madafuckas gonna come try take feel sayin beat starts playin lyrically slayin hopin mama still prayin day night it's same ol' fight gotta keep tight light

Profanity

fucking

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