[Constructive] Criticism

Rule 1: Build a strong hook first

 

First write a simple, catchy chorus

Before diving into your verses,

May need to look through the thesaurus,

The storybook of universes,

Catches every list'ners' ear,

And then let it disappear,

Before letting it reappear

To steer back the attention,

Ready to write the extension,

Dictating the creation of new inventions.

 

[But what if it dictates too much

And dominates the idea?]

 

Rule 2: Write what you know

 

Write about your experience,

Your memories, something serious,

Write like you're furious and I'm curious,

A recipe to fame and to be luxurious.

Write with confidence, be yourself, you're Mr. Imperious,

Rap about what's underneath, your [fake] resilience,

Or channel your inner God, show your omniscience,

Be like 'Propped on RapPad, my biggest dream,

So I'ma rap 'bout this, puff up my self-esteem',

[But nobody cares, this isn' mainstream.]

 

[Write what you know -

What if there's nothing to show?

Well I'm a big-shot, a CEO,

Actually, no, I'm an astronaut, LOL]

 

Rule 3: Find your pocket, feel your rhythm

 

Make it come out, be consistent,

Create something honest, no-profit,

It’ll nevertheless still skyrocket

To be a goddess – just believe yourself.

 

[Find your pocket -

Really just a groove

You fall into when you’ve got nothing to prove,

Crushing mem’ries, old wounds disapprove,

So ev’ry one of you just embraced this empty room,

Let mis’ry fester, consume the courtroom.

Feeble excuses, don’t assume

That you can just find a rhythm and simply resume.]

 

Rule 4: Using multi-syllables

 

Zero to hero, elite lyricism

Built upon complex syllabism.

 

[Well ‘I’m not into masochism

So only want to tell borrowed stories, showcase my precision,

Wanna be Eminem so tryna rap intricate systems,

Like I’ll be great when I spam multi-syllables’. HA.

Really, you just want to avoid criticism,

Hiding paranoid behind wrong plagiarism,

Ended up a broken recording of narcissism,

Tell yourself it’s rewarding – More like a token of nepotism.]

 

Rule 5: End with a punchline

 

End with [whatever you incline towards –

Punch the punchline, whatever feels right,

Say ‘fuck it’, then wonder if you suddenly feel contrite,

Allay your— Maybe tear it asunder like thunder

Rolling through oppositions like I play Solitaire, card controlling,

You play bridge alone, already dethroned, no competition,

Though if you never had the throne, better word’s ‘overblown’.

You’re overthrown, so how’s this rap still not wrapped up?

Ending’s like Confucius confused by his own loquacious aptitude,

But unpretending like it’s an unplanned ending.]

 

So…