BUILDING BLUEPRINT

Next level lyrical insight is a moment away.

U

Who are you? (Ha) Randoms really be dick riding Lemme tell you something.
Fake gang gang white boy, Go back to class, stop copying my flow. This rap shit ain't for you and you know. Bitch ass kid, and you know. I can't stop flaming you, bro. White trash, like filth on the floor. Trash we both know. Your mom? A hoe. This ain’t no competition, you know. Get demon flames from hell below.
If you had sympathy, you wouldn’t have dissed. Now I put you in an underground water cave
For you to die Words from the wisdom tree. Now we run up.
 Bust on you nah, just a joke. You gang gang? You can’t rap for shit. Go back to rap university.
You see Your verse? Irrelevant. This ain’t no heavyweight battle.
It’s light weight with one peddle Cracked your skull with my fist on sight you bleed. Why you cryin', vonntay  Go back to hittin' on hoes.
You done? now sit down inna chair. class dismissed. You ain’t built for war. Just a name on my list. Bitch ha’

1 syllable

2 syllables

3 syllables

4 syllables

5+ syllables

A blueprint is like a report card for your lyrics. It contains a lyrical breakdown and analysis of all the words, syllables, and rhymes in your song.