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  • #73
    My mind sporadically, same time compatibly
    Wayne Carter, graduate, bang bang academy
    Change my reality, thank God for grabbin' me
    Sort of like him, cause they can't stop the wrath of me
    But, Hell have no fury, Neither I
    Even I would walk up in the Devil's Kitchen, eat a pie
    Greedy eye, never full, getting fat
    And bitch I got an itch, so don't let me catch you with the scra-scra-
    Scratch y'all niggas off the face of the Earth
    Even Mase came back for the money outta church
    So with that on my mission for that money, I'mma work
    My divine intervention might be in that woman's purse
    Tryna find a better system, but I'm running out of perks
    Baby daughter tummy irks, then daddy heart hurts
    So daddy pop at 'em until they heart burst
    For my baby girl candy I make her starburst
    9/11 was a fucking shame, I done saw worse like
    What if that bullet would have hit my heart first
    Life, would it be different, I be still fuckin' 'round with death
    Cause I got shot after that, and after that I grab the empty case
    And tried to throw that bitch back at they faces, Cita I made it
    My nigga Real was on the ground like "naw", I got up and looked around, and grabbed the spot like "ahhh..."
    I"m hard to kill, hardy har, cut the music back up and keep the party goin'
    Fuck 'em, and I don't need no crease, I'm a motherfucking gangster off Eagle Street
    I don't need the Hot Boys, I still keep my heat
    And I ain't gotta squad up, I still keep my feet
    They call me Michelangelo, you paint them so street
    But you remove that wallpaper, bet that sheet-rock weak, (haha)
    And you and I know what's goin' on, you probably riding to a different song
    I'm probably riding on some different chrome, I'm probably high in a different zone
    But when I'm off, we can get it on
    I take no days off catch that shit for my friend
    I clock out when I punch in, I'm shootin
    Reel you ain't gotta block out, it's goin' in 'em
    Them rats stop hatin' on the snake, the boy venom
    The cat like Payton for the Lakers gon' win 'em
    I'm certified stamp, I'm a champion
    Like Buju Banton, I shoot you nine times like you was Fifty
    But you won't be as likely as Fifty, I light me some Piffy
    Light hella bright on the Infi, like what nigga, like me or lift me
    I don't duck I be right in the city, for them bucks
    I take me a flight, and come and get right, right in ya city
    Yup, I'm just like Diddy, and nothing like Puff yeah
    I'm something like city, he something like Young Wizzy
    My Nike's is spiffy, I'm hardly a Gotti
    I'm slightly a Nitti, all of a Carter
    Bitch niggas never bitch me, bum niggas never ditch me
    Shit I gotta get me, man I'm raw, slit me
    Thank God for granting me this moment of clarity, this moment of honesty
    Ain't no more squad in me, unh




    They call me Birdman Junior, I'm flyer than the rest
    I'm trying to get a couple cool pigeons to the nest
    And if you look at how the jewels glisten on my chest
    Then you will be impressed and yes that's VS
    Fly boy to death, I used to only fly
    First class on every plane til I bought a jet
    I'm on the runway, let down the steps
    Open the phantom door and light up the cess
    I smoke the best, Chamillion come get me
    From University of Houston after I pass my test
    Swisha laced wit syrup, it'll calm your nerves
    So boy I'm so high, I could palm the world
    Yeah and I'm strapped for the turbulence
    Pow! Now you up here with me in a cloud (Chea)
    They call me Weezy Baby, the son of a stunner
    Bitch I'm flyer than a motherfucker, ya know
    Last edited by cmotany; 04-23-2014, 09:57 AM.

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    • #74
      [Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
      I Tell you what I did last night
      I made love in a bitch wig last night
      Them chrome dubs up on the benz fit tight
      We stone uped the stick ick gimmie light
      Laughin on the island nigga livin' right
      But I got ta go ta ATL to N.Y then it's back to the N.O
      Don't fuck around I put this mack to ya rib and blow
      It's Weezy Baby and I'm back in this bitch for sur´
      I'm packin a 5th and baggin a fo’
      Kilo package of blow for twenty it go
      In ya tummy where the semmi would go
      And I pull the trigga right after I whisper gimmie ya coke
      And I'm charged off myself in this millenium flo
      Man I might go to ya girl and tell her gimmie ya throat
      Cause a pimp don't give a shit about offendin' a ho
      My ho's fuck my friends I find no friend in a ho
      And the women a go

      [Hook: Lil Wayne]
      Oops oh my
      Baby see the whip ain't got no roof we so fly
      And the feds ain't got no proof I sold pies
      So I do like I do I'm so squad

      [Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
      Ya see, I tried and I tried to keep goin'
      But I'm, so high from the lie I keep blowin'
      If I'm, gon ride then it got ta be foreign
      Yeah me no supply less than four and a half
      Quit school went into the draft
      I been puttin' numbers up since that
      Been pullin' up in hummers since that
      So check my interrior
      So clean, so young, so what, so serious
      Weezy do it all
      Man I touch all areas
      Sports agent CEO
      Plus I'm the best at this
      I'm a mess at this
      But I ain't trippin'
      I leave rap to Nut and Dizzy
      I'm to fuckin' busy
      17 till I'm finished
      Back in this, crack chemist
      I murder that witness
      Whith a burner that shit
      We probably murder that spinich
      But I ain't tryin' to fuck up me in Fat’s image
      They say
      Tune oh my
      They say the boy so small he got to poke out
      And all my cars own poke outs
      Lu Baby call the boys let's have a smoke out
      And if we war with the boys we have a shoot out
      July 2nd Cash Money puttin' the truth out
      I'm bout to candy and chrome me a Coupe out
      I'm so cool gettin' dome when I move out
      I have no home
      The boy move out
      So if you try to find me
      Lil Weezy Wee be on that new rout
      How many chickens been to dudes house
      Trick question
      Bitches or bricks now keep guessin'
      Nigga take a swigga and flip
      So keep playin' boy
      You fucking with the Eastland Lords, Nigga !


      [Lil' Wayne]
      Ya kno it wouldn't be right wit out tha boy
      Let me speak on it...
      Keep heat underneath tha seats up in tha jeep
      Wit tha feet chrome it no retreat when tha beef on me
      I'm too deep in tha streets homie
      Put tha trees and tha leaves for me
      And tha leaves to relieve on me
      No seed just proceed to blow weed and mo’ weed
      So high I dat I got a nose bleed
      .4-5 n tha cozy, 4-5 that im toting
      Nuttin but G's up in here and I swear I returned one wit tha most pos wit tha whole team
      So I get more cream
      Long ride in tha hoes spleen
      Got a ho on tha flo’ givin me a blow job and its so mean
      And if I told you who you'd be so confused
      But don't mind got the whole week
      Don't mind I'm a ho king
      One line make a ho dream
      One time make a ho drink
      Get her to tha crib make tha ho eat
      Then make tha bitch fuck tha whole street
      Dude rich but he's so street
      Fuck a bitch yea I'm M.O.B
      Neva snitched ta tha police
      Representing ole peeps
      Say shit like whodi
      See I'm wit ya
      If ya ain't neva seen a G snap picture
      Cuz mutha fucker you can believe I'm that nigga
      Run from tha dude cuz he will clap quicker than a mutha fucker
      He may be a rap nigga but tha boy gutter
      17th till tha boy under, yeah 17th til tha boy under
      And if ya neva knew then now ya that's how I go
      That's S.Q.A.D. Up ya
      What tha fuck
      Last edited by cmotany; 04-23-2014, 09:31 AM.

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      • #75
        [MENTION=12526]cmotany[/MENTION] killing it with these Sqad lyrics.

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        • #76
          Got to get it grinding
          Got to get it for the sake of cake
          Never fake – I bet I’ll kill you for the sake of sake
          Young and full of ambition like whatever it takes
          Never a day a snake make me/break me, I’m too thorough (whoah)
          You no see tomorrow if you try it (no!)
          Youngn’ wrap up the game - I two-tied it
          I move silent, like gangstas and mobbers
          Murderers and robbers relate to my problems
          This take all the way back to the days I was starvin
          Caged in apartment, younging Country-Cajun from blazing New Orleans
          Raised in the part, where the crazies where caught
          Base babies, and cases over babies were fought – (woah!)
          But not in court, but in the middle of the court – so pull up a seat, (ok)
          Watch a bitch get beat until her fetus’ at her feet
          This is only for the streets, I am only from the streets!
          Came in the game with them ponies on my feet, (okay?)
          Now I’m trading lanes with the chromies on the jeep, (arrr!)
          Just the homey, I ain't deep
          No phony in me
          I vow in holy matrimony with the heat, (I do)
          Little whodie act a donkey with the piece, (I do)
          Spent all my change paying dues, I’m at peace
          And right when it seemed that the team was in defeat, (ok?)
          I snatched the ball from cousin, beat the buzzer by 3, now the buzz is over me, (ok!)
          And Dizzy, Nut, and Slim
          And I won’t stop ‘till Sqad Up and the buzz is over them
          I Say – I won’t stop ‘till Sqad Up and the buzz is over them (nigga…)
          Sqad Up


          Hear me out…
          I – step up in this mutha fucka, chest up
          Only Hot Boy left up, in this mutha –
          Other niggas slept up, but I kept up
          Niggas stepped down, but I stepped up – in this mutha fucka
          Let the Sqad up in this mutha fucka
          Keep yo wilding up, we tear the whole side up, in this mutha fucka
          South side up in this mutha fucka
          Shots fired outside or – you and ya guys could die up in this mutha fucka

          Young, Southern, Mutha Fucka: Weezy Baby/Raw Tune
          Not a cartoon, send a harpoon to your heart soon if you walk too
          Close to me ???
          Can’t see my flows, I practice notes with the ghosts, no joke
          I’m realer than 16 days after 9/11; September 27th Happy Birthday Weezy... nigga…

          Listen

          Nigga
          This this South
          And who can give it to you like me has been given
          But you aren't here till you like me
          So therefore, their whores till they like me
          This shit is Hell boy – or what it might be
          I’m 90 proof hustler, 10% human
          Whip the shit booming
          With the strip booming
          Get the clip screwed in

          Nina Ross get the clip screwed in
          Get yo click screwed up
          Me and my click screwed up – like the Screwed Up Click
          Got the purple juice poured up, the Sqad Up sip
          Then the purple coupe pulled up, like: “Sqad Up’s Here”
          Got bitches riding with niggas like: “Let Me Out of Here”
          My flow is very out-of-here
          Listen ma I know I say I get us here –
          But look then your baby boy got a year
          Now I have not-a-fear…




          Shit’s locked, click clack man
          Check me…
          They say I’m too young to know about the shit I be talking about
          See that’s the type of shit I be talking about
          But fuck the world and what they talking about
          If you ain't talking about this, then you aren't talking about shit

          Listen, I got a quarter of block
          I stretch it, let it harden and rock
          Then show the hood what a bargain about
          -Fuck
          I got shop I call it stock
          But not on Wall Street, I put this shit on Ya’ll Street so ya’’ll ???
          Word to the highest above
          If so happens my raps don’t fly I’ll flip pies and such
          Use my, school knowledge, mix science with drugs
          And I’m smart enough to know that I’m going to die as a thug
          Nigga life’s nothing but getting high off the bud
          Cause after that I feel like I could just die in love
          For the streets: I got dying love
          Two tear drops are crying for, all my dying thugs
          Embrace my pistol, with their lying hugs
          Keep trying, your lying in blood
          Man nigga, I breathe Iron man
          My heart pumps lion blood
          And when I roar, I grow wings and soar high above
          Birdman, Jr. in the skies above
          The turbulence in the air make my tires rub
          "I’m about to drop down Phe, Line me Up"
          Perfect landing like (whistle) boom!
          High, what's up?
          Last edited by cmotany; 04-24-2014, 07:08 AM.

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          • #77
            The block is hot, the cops is swarmin a neighborhood heavy
            While niggas off in the neighborhood sellin, with penitentiary chances
            The dope roped up in the cup of their pants
            Fiends flock like spazzes, come get this candy
            I got heroin in bundles, them Highland O's
            Plus a cooked slab, chopped up, dimes is swoll
            If I spot the laws comin, hey its time to roll
            Candy Carter got a line of parole, Outta control
            The first fell a Tuesday this month oh sweet thang
            Plus it's a sweet day, me next score for three days
            One time they say what you mean, I gets the green
            Break up the block like Maurice Green, ya feel me?
            In my predicament I'm guilty until proven innocent
            Hustle ridiculous, I'm tryin to get this dough continuos
            Ball til I fall, one thing, I ain't tryin to fall
            Want everybody numb like ambersol
            But he heard

            [Chorus 1]
            Uh oh
            There go them fuckin po-po's
            And if you know like I know
            You better get off the corner

            I'm a young dog, wild and ecstatic, violent when passin
            hem gangstas doin time in a parishment, role models
            And keep ya cup, we drink whole bottles, and cuss at niggas
            Like fuck that nigga, I let my pump subtract niggas
            You beef with me I guarantee your mams be missin
            With a note behind demandin three chickens or she gets it
            Do not twist it because lil man is trippin
            They could have ya body in three different places
            Ain't nothin gravy, but save it
            Cause I'm a ride and hit the nigga street
            Weezy go to war like Sadaam and Clinton disagree
            While I'm shitty from the weed
            Like were them bustas be
            I promise ya never fuckin sleep, I clear the set
            Come outside late at night to your surprise I'm here with Tecks
            Two shots knock off the niggas necks, it's so realistic
            So I hope ya get it, or else them shots poke ya fitted
            Be on the block until them souljas hit it
            That's when he heard....

            [Chorus 2]
            Blocka
            Me come to tear your block up
            If you don't want no problems
            You better get off the corner

            All right, I cook it, cut it, ship and move it
            I make a livin in this crooked public distributin
            Just take a peek around, the hood is floodin, shit is boomin
            The hottest D in town lookin for me hit me Tuesday, like after six
            See I crack the bricks right down to Z's
            Got pounds of trees, my blocks blazin qp's to ki's
            Gangin in the cheese, them bricks is comin
            No droughts I don't sit on nothin
            I don't believe in frontin
            If I give you a dime, I leave with somethin
            The big dog, Nigga I got the city under siege
            And the law don't bother me, I give the pigs a couple of G's
            Shit, I hustle strong to push this work through the streets
            I'm tryin to deal with every nigga, and sell the birds up cheap
            I'm greedy, if there's any money bein made from drugs I need it
            Twenty bricks two weeks completed, you can't beat it
            Whatever you want, holla at me when you need to get it
            Does anybody else, I'll pay em a visit
            That's when ya heard....
            Last edited by cmotany; 04-25-2014, 07:47 AM.

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            • #78
              [Verse 1]
              If you know somebody hotta than me
              You don't know shit
              Little whizzle wee, bitch i'm focused man
              See i got it slammed on the pokeys
              Watch i make my top disappear..hocus pocus
              Wait a minute...
              I'm fucked up cause i can't get over somethin'
              But is it me or is my Bentley super sick on them buttons
              And i'm stunt'n in the dirty south
              We bang out..if you think itz a game when them thangs all out
              And i... aim at cha frame when them thangs drawn out
              And i....rang at cha brain
              I flip it when it come them flames
              And maann..ain't it a shame
              When ya names called out
              Fee got u on the news wit cha remains all out
              Ayy. ..the boy Wayne ball out
              My paper bigger
              I even got a few hundreds wit Franklin's baby pictures
              I'm a it take there wit u
              U bitch u
              Weezy the official..S-Q-A-D
              Yea...

              [Hook 2x]

              [Verse 2]
              I'm the son of the stunna baby
              I stunts baby
              I get it up it up front in lumps every month baby
              I get enough cuts from sluts
              So can u suck baby
              I pitch so much nut
              I got bitches coughin' up babies
              My Bentley my baby
              I make her climb over humps
              Wit her size 20 pumps baby
              Ice chunks in my fronts when i grunts baby
              And chickens cluck
              I pluck for free
              But all i want iz B
              I leave blood over beats
              Cause my heart speaks
              I seek guns if i beef...beef beef son
              If i beef three come
              If i beef..gotta keep my heat tugged in the crease
              Cause i reached my peak young in the streets
              I thug in the streets
              Haters chew lead
              Understand i got big boy bread
              I leave crumbs you can eat
              I leave tire streaks
              Where i spun in the streets
              W-E-E-Z-Y WEE

              [Hook 2x]

              [Verse 3]
              People you are observin' 5 even honies
              So look at me different
              See me in the mean Lamborghini...look at me dimpin'
              See me wit a queen on my wing....look at me pimpin'
              Look at me wrong you dead.....wrong
              The lead music to my ears
              Make me pump it to ya headphones
              The tec will leave the blackest nigga wit red bones
              I gets my bread on
              I'm 19 with them 20's, but i'm a 100% up in the red zone
              I know the feds on
              Every since i copped that house and them two Bentleys
              Who wouldn’t envy?
              The good is in me, the hood is in me
              Thats why every other 16, i scream 17
              I got bling heavily
              Rings and things glittery
              Intervene and get inbetween and u sleepin' in misery
              Look at what the game did to me
              Therez gangsta in every bit of me
              FAT!!!
              Last edited by cmotany; 04-26-2014, 07:34 AM.

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              • #79
                Originally posted by cmotany View Post
                [Verse 1]
                If you know somebody hotta than me
                You don't know shit
                Little whizzle wee, bitch i'm focused man
                See i got it slammed on the pokeys
                Watch i make my top disappear..hocus pocus
                Wait a minute...
                I'm fucked up cause i can't get over somethin'
                But is it me or is my Bentley super sick on them buttons
                And i'm stunt'n in the dirty south
                We bang out..if you think itz a game when them thangs all out
                And i... aim at cha frame when them thangs drawn out
                And i....rang at cha brain
                I flip it when it come them flames
                And maann..ain't it a shame
                When ya names called out
                Fee got u on the news wit cha remains all out
                Ayy. ..the boy Wayne ball out
                My paper bigger
                I even got a few hundreds wit Franklin's baby pictures
                I'm a it take there wit u
                U bitch u
                Weezy the official..S-Q-A-D
                Yea...

                [Hook 2x]

                [Verse 2]
                I'm the son of the stunna baby
                I stunts baby
                I get it up it up front in lumps every month baby
                I get enough cuts from sluts
                So can u suck baby
                I pitch so much nut
                I got bitches coughin' up babies
                My Bentley my baby
                I make her climb over humps
                Wit her size 20 pumps baby
                Ice chunks in my fronts when i grunts baby
                And chickens cluck
                I pluck for free
                But all i want iz B
                I leave blood over beats
                Cause my heart speaks
                I seek guns if i beef...beef beef son
                If i beef three come
                If i beef..gotta keep my heat tugged in the crease
                Cause i reached my peak young in the streets
                I thug in the streets
                Haters chew lead
                Understand i got big boy bread
                I leave crumbs you can eat
                I leave tire streaks
                Where i spun in the streets
                W-E-E-Z-Y WEE

                [Hook 2x]

                [Verse 3]
                People you are observin' 5 even honies
                So look at me different
                See me in the mean Lamborghini...look at me dimpin'
                See me wit a queen on my wing....look at me pimpin'
                Look at me wrong you dead.....wrong
                The lead music to my ears
                Make me pump it to ya headphones
                The tec will leave the blackest nigga wit red bones
                I gets my bread on
                I'm 19 with them 20's, but i'm a 100% up in the red zone
                I know the feds on
                Every since i copped that house and them two Bentleys
                Who wouldn’t envy?
                The good is in me, the hood is in me
                Thats why every other 16, i scream 17
                I got bling heavily
                Rings and things glittery
                Intervene and get inbetween and u sleepin' in misery
                Look at what the game did to me
                Therez gangsta in every bit of me
                FAT!!!
                please tell me what technical ability does this demonstrate?




                #FREEVELVET

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                • #80
                  Originally posted by Lil_zimmie View Post
                  please tell me what technical ability does this demonstrate?

                  Almost every line has at least a three syllable rhyme scheme, otherwise known as multis. Like this one:
                  keep my heat tugged in the crease
                  Cause I reached my peak young in the streets

                  That's a seven syllable rhyme scheme. Pretty impressive
                  Last edited by cmotany; 04-26-2014, 03:57 PM.

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                  • #81
                    [Lil' Wayne]
                    I dont give a fuck about another motherfucker
                    cuz I will the beat tha fuck out of another motherfucker
                    dont try to get close motherfucker
                    cuz i will get my .45 and get live motherfucker
                    like baow! ereybody get on the flo' like now!
                    empty out ya pockets and lay face down
                    this is a stick up - this is a stick up - this is a stick up
                    drinkin - pimpin - poppin dolphins
                    lickin - tipsy and coppin often
                    choppers – slickin dropped on jordans
                    stop keep go-ing
                    drop keep going - tha sqad up in ya face
                    acting like yount know - but u gettin it straight
                    tha, vipers dope just sit in my waist
                    bitch niggaz better fit in his place


                    [Lil' Wayne]
                    I wake up to the smell of guns and roses
                    smell the crack in my yummy noses
                    set back to the block black guns and clothes
                    as long as my ones is stolen
                    Im out there till the sun lil rose
                    trying to bring the jalen rose
                    fee in the juwan howard
                    we on our way to lebron power
                    till ya' get left behind coward
                    the .9 send eight straight to your mind tower
                    thats mind power shit
                    I got to get mine like mind power
                    I got to get rich or die trying
                    but I need more than 50 cents
                    Im a high buyer
                    see I need more than 50 shots
                    Im a sqad rider
                    high herre
                    ??what my account sole my new door coupe
                    did u ever under your souls with my new bitch too??
                    out the barrel into you
                    and your bitch too
                    cause young weezy baby sq is with you
                    Im from the streets of the 1-7 ward
                    young veteran
                    weezy flow finer than don perigion
                    weezy know nada - tell the laws carry on
                    cause born in the streets you got to carry your own
                    tell the fellas back home im known
                    they placed my throne
                    in the middle of a yellow tape zone
                    I - think you better stay gone
                    I really think its safer for ya dome
                    And nigga’ll make potatoes out ya dome
                    a hobie out your chest
                    and ranch from your leg
                    youse a greasy ness
                    im weezy f.
                    Im hot ta death
                    and I cook it in a jar if no pots is left
                    nigga Im a do it till no I is left
                    and got to ball til no clock is left
                    3-2-1 swish

                    [Lil' Wayne]
                    Weezy shady, pistol whip hoes n all
                    I'm talking back shots, chest shots, nose n all
                    Pay attention ta a pimp no dozin off
                    I got these hoes on no doughs n raw
                    that shea butter in
                    When u see a reverend bitch you
                    you bless that brother
                    confess to the god
                    I undress you in awe
                    Star ma - arent I special - sex you
                    All night, might take a small bite but shhhhh
                    chere, u take this hard white back to the shore
                    Then turn around and make a hard right back to your boy
                    You short you take a hard right smack to the jaw
                    Weezy still gripping smack in the jar
                    Got bitches holding smack in they jaw
                    Lil crack in they bra
                    If they aint got titties then its up in they draws
                    See a SQAD Up nigga walk up on ya and shoot ya
                    You living for the moment, you dying in the future
                    My desire for the loot a make me fire
                    My tires on my boots cause Im a rider
                    Riding in my roost' man I cant hide it Im a monster
                    Nappy from the roots smoking ganja Im a rasta
                    Nigga from the boot gots to tote tha K
                    The world sleeping on young costra nostra aye
                    As soon as a nigga start walking straight
                    You pussy niggas start talking hate
                    End up with a target face
                    Shit Im in a whip bumping Walk This Way
                    ya bitch bout to walk this way, peel of in her face
                    I got a RnB diva ya know
                    Me n mami wouldnt want with the dough
                    thats how it sposed ta go
                    You guys don't even know the dough
                    I get checks by the portfolio
                    Holla at me F
                    Last edited by cmotany; 01-13-2016, 07:28 AM.

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                    • #82
                      Originally posted by cmotany View Post
                      Almost every line has at least a three syllable rhyme scheme, otherwise known as multis. Like this one:
                      keep my heat tugged in the crease
                      Cause I reached my peak young in the streets

                      That's a seven syllable rhyme scheme. Pretty impressive
                      ohh thats dope ish thank brah




                      #FREEVELVET

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                      • #83
                        Naa let me keep going, C4ing, We blowing
                        Up you better be detouring if we touring
                        then she snoring cause he boring
                        Shorty need a refund bring it back
                        And when it comes to me she pre-ordering
                        and reordering and reordering
                        And I be ballin and I'm free falling
                        and I sleep out of that pussy
                        And when she calling
                        I don't answer
                        But she keep calling and keep calling
                        And we ballin like we ballin
                        As a matter of fact like street ballin
                        We evolving, They dissolving

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                        • #84
                          This is the Carter y'all welcome, hard as Malcolm
                          Dark as a falcon Lord help him but y'all felt him
                          That make you a part of me and pardon me
                          If a part of me is what you wanna be what you oughtta be
                          Doing recording me or just actin accordingly
                          I give orders to the commander in chief, just the commander in me
                          Handlin streets in the mandarin V
                          I hear you haters slanderin me I just hand him the P
                          Any drama I pace it like Indiana, I take your grandma pacemaker and just handle the piece
                          Not two fingers I simultaneously bang two bangers
                          You do not want anger USDA prime beef, ya dead meat
                          I'm so ahead of these trendy rappers speed up
                          I'm already hot when another one startin to heat up
                          Got Mannie hot wit me cuz I always beat his beat up
                          Yall cats wit y'all feet up startin to look like feet up, I'm G'd up
                          On the V'd up, in the truck I gotta put my seat up
                          In the trunk I got my bass and I ain't speakin bout no speakers
                          Whats leakin up out of yo speaker is the speech of Weezy F. Baby
                          No more no less Baby, so forth and so on
                          Front door livin room young nigga switchin we
                          What you need, get you crack get you weed
                          Make yo way to the back look ahead and see
                          White bitch in the bathroom givin head for speed
                          But don't you turn your head at me, the president been doin it
                          Daddy tried to ruin it
                          But I built this building from the ruts
                          I own all the corners and the cuts in this motherfucker
                          And the feds know just whats up in this motherfucker
                          Made niggaz so they cant bust in this motherfucker
                          So with that lets keep it movin, on to the kitchen where my witches keep it brewin
                          Uh huh look at how my bitches do it
                          Bucky buck naked look at all my bitches booties
                          They handle all my pharmaceutics
                          I got it from promethazane to metamucil
                          I'm crucial don't mean to spook you
                          But this is New Orleans so my queens do voodoo, ya know
                          So the things just move through
                          I feel ya pain I got things to soothe you
                          That fills the cane so wayne the nuetral
                          Dont hate the game hate the institution
                          That fills the cane so wayne the nuetral
                          Dot hate the game hate the institution, fucka

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