BUILDING BLUEPRINT
Next level lyrical insight is a moment away.
Lyrical Analysis of...
One Great Nation
- I'm crackin' a fresh seal after the nonsense, scams they wanna conceal, that’s why the caucus is pompous
- All of this big smoke puffin out these loud chads, and dames and these outlaws who brownnose the proud fads
- You halfway sapiens with slight spark traction, but we kill serpents, so peep where you campin’
- It was always a clock’s tick, look at the plot twist, that was a mosh pit
- You know who’s even fouler than those paramilitaries?
- The Oompa Loompas in rooms where the shit gets carried
- Who don't give two fucks, and just marry all the fringe goof troops and fist throwing fairies
- Underplaying your dirt is a kind dare, cause you were knees deep in that wild affair
- Now who? Oh shit, the bootlick flunkies, te mill bros and Moscow’s monkeys
- The zealots re spawned, cause y’all let them pyros keep tossin' they bombs
- First off, a concept, the meaning of ascension
- “A sequence advancing slowly toward a heightened dimension”
- Praised is he who bellows his venom loud , yet doomed are we by the hand that crafts our shroud
- Pressin’ on our windpipe way before them seven ticks ran out, vengeance rests with ancient accusers
- Misnamed as defenders, our deceivin' refusers, echo what I’m spillin’, these ain't toddlers chillin'
- Ain’t nothin’ just in their plays, when the rules be shiftin’, I just nose dived in this broke system
- Got with a blade that stay concealed, Kalligraphy’s last ramble bout us was fake for real
- I paid my dues, took time to build, you came back around all way too chill
- A straight coward, I don’t break power, this flame showers if you overstep
- A schemin’ head, you bleedin’ red, ironic how you ain't elite, but flex
- You bluff too much, said you had a moment? Then it's Logan Paul
- Go grab some fans or randoms, call 'em in, I roast ‘em all
- You said we can’t bring friends? You’d need to have one first, bruh
- And I ain’t even warmed up, and you outta breath, got swept up
- Like chicks turned bros who quit when they ain’t measured up
- If my sound don’t suit your tongue, here’s a rip for your lungs
- Let me drop a gem, it won’t take long , close your lips or grip this bomb
- That’s cool, you think I’ll be bruised a smidge?
- Throwin’ fits over your petty digs? I carved mine, you ain't earned shit
- Been raw since launch day, you ain't even been to space
- Now you pop up, all in the way, like we owe you praise?
- I recall when respect still rang
- Before folks just barked and repped with fangs
- Now it’s just clowns acted like retards for beef
- Y’all treat this shit like it’s promo week
- Ay, fuck Kalligraphy, fuck everyone, but not me
- They all trash in their own way, guess you gotta choke just to eat
- Prolly got evicted twice, he ain’t shacked at his mom’s
- Met his housemates in line copping PS5s that he’s on
- It’s to the point I’m unsure if I clown or stay gone
- He’s sadder than a honeymoon dragged through a pond
- Ain’t showing up, because he ain't with the squad
- Ain’t sparked no beef except when I respond
- Scrolled through the threads, y’all cravin' a spar
- Might as well stream it by the outlet near the car
- I'd tune in, see who swings, who just stands stunned
- Doubt he got kin who’d slide, not even one
- His license prob'ly looks like a melted honey bun
- I’d say post proof, but I know that face weigh a ton
- Ain’t curious where he bunkin', or where he begun
- Boot him outta here... or don’t, pick one
- Whether he boxed y’all or dipped with a cracked thumb
- He took the L, even if he didn’t, he’s done
- It’s a show, it's some dopamine lit chaos
- Even kinda thrilling, till we roast him into craters
- Couldn’t care less, it’s like watchin' cartoons with traitors
- Don’t need to salute who you bit off like players
- Let’s face facts, when it comes to the BLVCKSHXXP you’re the most wack
- And I’m not into the hype train full of throwback tracks
- But you’re lying if you think you clapped the whole pack
- Sometimes all that’s needed is a mic check and a slap
- Like that male revue spot you chilled a few laps
- Heard you earned that alias by lovin' plus size slags
- Still got bounced cause your wallet's filled with scraps
- You smell wild foul and your taillight’s cracked
- And I mean your tailight’s cracked as in your ass is bruised
- Cause you’re a homosexual, and that’s the truth
What is a Blueprint?
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.
Learn More >