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Prompted ChatGPT with: Write a 16 bar rap verse that has the same level of perfect multi-syllable rhyming as Lil Wayne's 'Bloody Mary' verse. Suicide, this is suicide...
And this is what it came up with in like 5 seconds.
And another:
Better than Juelz's verse on that song
And this is what it came up with in like 5 seconds.
Absolutely—Lil Wayne went crazy on that verse. It’s densely packed with perfect multisyllables, fluid internal rhymes, vivid imagery, and clever flips. Here's a 16-bar verse in that same elite style, keeping the rhyme quality, rhythm, and poetic aggression top-tier:
Crucified, I’ve been crucified
But I came back ruthless-eyed with truth inside
I do decide when the rules apply, then move aside
I flew the skies where the rulers lie, then drew the lines
The mood is mine—dark art, but it’s beautified
The shooter’s vibe: talk sharp and he’s doin’ time
The youth is blind, they tuned to the stupid side
The truth’ll shine, but fools rather choose to die
My crew provide the fuel and the booster drive
We unify, we glue to the ruthless grind
We too defined—can’t clone what we do with rhymes
I'm blue with pride, my zone like a lunar shrine
No suit and tie, just hoodies and a tool to ride
The coupe is wide, it purrs like a cougar cry
The mood is live, the girl with Medusa eyes
Just Uber'd by, she bent like a Buddha spine
I utilize the pain that I grew inside
Then brutalize the beat, leave it euthanized
They scrutinize, but none of 'em move the tide
I’m prophesied, I wrote what the future hides
Then opened it—poof—surprise
Crucified, I’ve been crucified
But I came back ruthless-eyed with truth inside
I do decide when the rules apply, then move aside
I flew the skies where the rulers lie, then drew the lines
The mood is mine—dark art, but it’s beautified
The shooter’s vibe: talk sharp and he’s doin’ time
The youth is blind, they tuned to the stupid side
The truth’ll shine, but fools rather choose to die
My crew provide the fuel and the booster drive
We unify, we glue to the ruthless grind
We too defined—can’t clone what we do with rhymes
I'm blue with pride, my zone like a lunar shrine
No suit and tie, just hoodies and a tool to ride
The coupe is wide, it purrs like a cougar cry
The mood is live, the girl with Medusa eyes
Just Uber'd by, she bent like a Buddha spine
I utilize the pain that I grew inside
Then brutalize the beat, leave it euthanized
They scrutinize, but none of 'em move the tide
I’m prophesied, I wrote what the future hides
Then opened it—poof—surprise
Vocal cords like a loaded sword, I spoke the storm
Broke the norm, my quotes been known to provoke reform
I wrote it raw, in rooms where the hope was torn
With roaches swarmed and posters of Open Arms by Boyz II Men
The noise begins when the poise descend
I'm poised to win, deployed with a poison pen
Avoid the trends, my aura don't need no force to bend
I source the wind, then ride it like a Porsche Benz
Of course, I sin, but my soul stay bleach-white
My reach like old Jay’s feature on a Ye beat, right?
I play street lights like keys, and I make beats fight
I tape each night with dreams that don’t take cheap flights
My name deep, right? Been sharp since blade tips
I shape-shift, I’ve carved through the matrix
My brain glitch, I’m Mars with a spaceship
Got stars in the basement, and bars that’ll bake scripts
My aim’s sick—shot thoughts through the mist of time
Exist with rhyme, then dip with a twisted mind
A mystic sign—when I spit, it’s a gift designed
To lift the blind—then vanish in a drift of shine
Broke the norm, my quotes been known to provoke reform
I wrote it raw, in rooms where the hope was torn
With roaches swarmed and posters of Open Arms by Boyz II Men
The noise begins when the poise descend
I'm poised to win, deployed with a poison pen
Avoid the trends, my aura don't need no force to bend
I source the wind, then ride it like a Porsche Benz
Of course, I sin, but my soul stay bleach-white
My reach like old Jay’s feature on a Ye beat, right?
I play street lights like keys, and I make beats fight
I tape each night with dreams that don’t take cheap flights
My name deep, right? Been sharp since blade tips
I shape-shift, I’ve carved through the matrix
My brain glitch, I’m Mars with a spaceship
Got stars in the basement, and bars that’ll bake scripts
My aim’s sick—shot thoughts through the mist of time
Exist with rhyme, then dip with a twisted mind
A mystic sign—when I spit, it’s a gift designed
To lift the blind—then vanish in a drift of shine
Better than Juelz's verse on that song
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