BUILDING BLUEPRINT

Next level lyrical insight is a moment away.

Lyrical Analysis of...

Poetry’s Illest

  1. Lifestyle of calligraphy, matrimony and holy soliloquies
  2. Roll with inequities, hands perpendicular to something spiritually—
  3. Motivated, the golden rule, older dudes sayin’ “overrated”
  4. My cross on my neck swings back, the microphone is nickel plated
  5. Brothers with sickle in no hospital beds with no optimal meds
  6. I rock up their heads, like prisoners jumpin’ off of their beds
  7. Stocks up and stress burns within my own socks and chest
  8. While I spot the sess, spark the Phillies with an ounce of lead
  9. A thousand rounds of head couldn’t even give me more knowledge
  10. Swinging round campuses preaching poetry to a college
  11. The wonderama drama, melancholic feelings I vibe constantly
  12. Rhyme sonically with boom bap tracks, divine comedy
  13. Ancient mannerisms, poetic justice stitched into my hand,
  14. Gypsies reading my veins, they see the sweetness in the lamb,
  15. The price of fame is kickin’ to the heavens that praise,
  16. The youngest Pulitzer thane gripping the unleavened grain,
  17.  
  18. Straight from the Six, kid
  19. (Nobody ever touchin’ em)
  20. Straight from the Six, kid
  21. (Nobody ever touchin’ em)
  22. Straight from the Six, kid
  23. (Nobody ever touchin’ em)
  24. Straight from the Six, kid
  25. (Nobody ever touchin’ em)
  26.  
  27. 10 for the women, nine for the boys who be on a mission,
  28. I ate Eucharists that propel noise into further superstitions,
  29. Took seven reverends with me on the road to a new religion,
  30. Found myself six feet deep trying to evade truth and wisdom,
  31. Five times I’ve seen brothers fall on their face and go poof and missin’
  32. For I have never been in scene where I drop dead from fools and pissants
  33. Three little birds sat on top of my roof humming the fruits of flippants
  34. Laughing to their nest, but my words cut through roots so listen
  35. One for the intelligent who find life inside a stupid system
  36. Nothing left to say when you’re trying to override crews and mix ‘em
  37. Into black kettle pots, watch the coke cook slow and settle rock
  38. Heart made of metal not a medal, stop the poor ghetto stocks
  39. Several cops with guns strapped on their car’s handles, hot
  40. Shoot up blocks like Rambo, young boys lookin’ up to Django
  41. In the sight of the beast, I’m a disciple of speech
  42. When I write smiteful of peeps I don’t wish could rival with me
  43. Because I’m winning like a title but not like I’m tied to Jay Z
  44. I’m more like AZ, sinning in a suit, just trying to make some worth
  45. Of a life where sometimes dying wouldn’t be worse,
  46. Wow!
  47.  
  48. Straight from the Six, kid
  49. (Nobody ever touchin’ em)
  50. Straight from the Six, kid
  51. (Nobody ever touchin’ em)
  52. Straight from the Six, kid
  53. (Nobody ever touchin’ em)
  54. Straight from the Six, kid
  55. (Nobody ever touchin’ em)

Lyrics added by Kalligraphy

LYRICAL GRADE

RHYME DENSITY

0

RHYME LENGTH

1 syllable
2 syllables
3 syllables
4 syllables
5+ syllables
Word Cloud

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 >

Cookin' something up, just wait a sec...