BUILDING BLUEPRINT

Next level lyrical insight is a moment away.

Lyrical Analysis of...

The Beat

  1. (Verse 1)
  2.  
  3. I rap and I adapt to all these beats that I hear,
  4. I'm loved so much, that I unseat my peers,
  5. All you rappers listening will be developing fears,
  6. But on I spit, cmon, chink those glasses, cheers,
  7. I rhyme like I invented the contest of skill,
  8. Ya challenge me, but I chop ya off like your wood in a mill,
  9. Y'all may be good, but none of you can fill,
  10. My lines, my ability, it's all to real,
  11. I don't have a hard past, like Eminem,
  12. I decided to be a gangsta, then and then,
  13. I wasn't dope since twelve, like the Notorious B.I.G.,
  14. But I crush my opponents, this game I didn't rig,
  15. I'm not moneybags, like Dr. Dre,
  16. I don't care about money, not even my pay,
  17. I haven't been locked like 2Pac although I know I should,
  18. I know some guys who'd fuck me up if they could,
  19. I ain't a megastar, like Jay Z,
  20. But when ya hear me rap, you'll say amazing,
  21. Raps my heart, music is my soul,
  22. If raps like digging, ya can call me a mole!
  23.  
  24. (Chorus X2)
  25.  
  26. This beat,
  27. This beat,
  28. This beat,
  29. This beat,
  30.  
  31. It goes on and on,
  32. It's never too long,
  33. I rap to it,
  34. I don't have to prove it,
  35.  
  36. (Verse 2)
  37.  
  38. I spit it, I don't shit it,
  39. It's too big, up your asshole, you can't fit it,
  40. I'm coming for you, Adonis, Busta,
  41. I'll smack you hard, who broke you, I musta,
  42. I'll battle you any day, I don't ever loose,
  43. I'll kill ya in ya sleep, ya got no clues,
  44. As to who did it, who spit it, who hid it, who split it,
  45. Your slowly cooking over a fire, and ya wonder who lit it,
  46. I rap and I attack, while you sit on your toilet seat and crap,
  47. I got stats on my side, I know that for a fact,
  48. If I lock ya up, all ya can eat are rats,
  49. There's some crawling up your ass, and under the mats,
  50. Give me a pad, pencil, and a random instrumental,
  51. I don't have to be careful, my raps aren't gental,
  52. They're not general, they're not parental,
  53. They're executed beautifully, they're not temperamental,
  54. So shit to ya rappers who think your better than I,
  55. Ya say you've shot people, ya haven't even hurt a fly,
  56. Mess with me, and you'll fuckin die,
  57. I'll cook ya up, just like cream pie!
  58.  
  59. (Chorus X2)

Lyrics added by TheDARKCLAW

LYRICAL GRADE

RHYME DENSITY

0

RHYME LENGTH

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

Profanity

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...