Keep It Real wrote:Look at this quote:
Is it the car, is it the ice, is it the grill
Cause I’m a star that pay the price to keep it real
She at the bar, she lookin nice, she on the pill
You need to think about rhyming multiple words and keeping the rhyme flowing, not some Alexander Flemings bullshit
How's this? No lines with too many syllables (youre right that was Dr Seuss bullshit) and rhymes in the first half of a bunch of them:
I'll give all my contenders switchblade tracheotomies
These lyrical pretenders sound like they’ve had lobotomies
Their rhymes are more lifeless than Mel Gibson's Aramaic
At times they more archaic than a Renaissance mosaic
Buried deep beneath the surface and imperfectly preserved
Like aboriginal religion after time on the reserves
Observe, these n***as player-hate when really they should honour me
They don’t know shit from shit, like pre-Copernican astronomy
They follow me like I’m the resurrected Pied Piper
I’m Apollo to these n***as an immortal fucking sniper
I’m Lee Malvo in the trunk with my finger on the trigger
Every salvo cuts a jugular and kills another n***a