Ok, I'll humor you rhymeking and play your game:
Fake thug, no love
You get the slug CB4 Gusto
Your luck low, I didn't know 'til I was drunk though
You freak nikkas played out, get fukked and ate out
Prostitute turned bytch, I got the gauge out
Ninety-six ways I made out, Montana way
The Good-F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK spray
Dipped attache, jump out the Range, empty out the ashtray
A glass of 'ze make a man Cassius Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotguns
Regulate with my Dunns
Seventeen rocks gleam from one ring
They let me let y'all nikkas know one thing
There's one life, one love, so there can only be one King
Find a Cam'ron verse with a rhyme scheme as nice as this.
ok now im pissed and happy at the same time im going to play your little game im on your ass we can go to war and go verse for verse.
[Verse 1]
I get the boosters boosting, I get computers 'puting
Y'all get shot at; call me, I do the shooting
I do the recruiting, I tutor the students
I nurture their brain, I'm moving the movement
Whether Buddhist or Buddha, that's Judas or Judah
I got Luger to Ruger, hit from Roota to Toota
Chick from hooter to hooter, I put two in producers
I'm the real ball story, the loser of "Hoosiers"
I rock mostly dosey, I roll mostly dolie
I'll leave you wholly-holey, you'll say holy moly
Here come the coroner, get em, play Rollie Pollie
I'll tell you true stories, how I coldly hold heat
When it's repping time, I get on extra grind
Fried to fricassee, Pepperseed to Pepperdine
Jeff Hamilton, Genesis, leather time
bytches say I'm the man, I tell em never mind
camron rhymes more then one syllable rhymes more syllables per bars has more unique rhymes internal rhymes and end rhyme combined more complex in structure.