what rappers u analyze their rhyme schemes on paper and u just be amazed

[Yaddam Yussein]

Freedom or jail, clips inserted, a baby's being born
Same time my man is murdered, the beginning and end
As far as rap go, it's only natural, I explain
My plateau, and also, what defines my name
First it was Nasty, but times have changed
Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my science for pain
I spent time in the game, kept my mind on fame
Saw fiends shoot up, and do lines of cocaine
Saw my close friends shot, flat-line am I sane?
That depends, carry Mac-10's to practice my aim
On rooftops, tape CD covers to trees
Line the barrel up with your weak picture then squeeze
Street scriptures for lost souls, in the crossroads
To the corner thugs hustling for cars that cost dough
To the big dogs living large, taking it light
Pushing big toys, getting nice, enjoying your life
is what you make it, suicide, few try to take it
Belt tied around they neck in jail cells naked
Heaven and hell, rap legend, presence is felt
And of course N-A-S are the letters that spell
NAS, NAS

:Naswhew:

 

[pointproven214]

Ok I feel you Pac was underrated as far as rhyme schemes too I definitely see what you sayin my guy check out my latest post tho

what did u say

 

[pointproven214]

Ok I feel you Pac was underrated as far as rhyme schemes too I definitely see what you sayin my guy check out my latest post tho

what did u say.

 

[MyMindWarpsandBends]

what did u say.

Ok so if I said:

I let my, imagination roam/
Remembering days before I had rent to pay and collections callin my phone/
Was a young nikka then, had plenty income to spend/
On phone bills and clothes, chasing hoes/
The prettiest was the freakiest, let me finger fukk em at work/
I was a flirt eager to get under skirts/
In search, of the euphoria they kept between they thighs/
She actin like a prude but I can see in her eyes/
The eagerness she try so hard to hide/
I’m tryna get inside her mind and later on get in them guts/
We really both squirrels just tryna get a nut/
Both young with whole lives still in front us/
But them times is up, them same bytches that I was so busy diggin/
Got kids now and baby fathers so used to dippin’/
They left them kids behind and moved on to other women/
New victims, and I’m just tryna get my life right/
Replaced them late nights with early mornings and bed times/
My homies run the streets like athletes tryna dodge fed times/
I’m just another wage slave can’t let em bind my free mind/
The stress of this got me heated try not to redline/
Is what I tell myself then I’m reminded of my finish line/
Of better times, long money, and good health/
Plentiful p*ssy, good weed, and Louie belts/

Would you consider it to be simple as far as rhyme scheme is concerned?

 

[pointproven214]

Ok so if I said:

I let my, imagination roam/
Remembering days before I had rent to pay and collections callin my phone/
Was a young nikka then, had plenty income to spend/
On phone bills and clothes, chasing hoes/
The prettiest was the freakiest, let me finger fukk em at work/
I was a flirt eager to get under skirts/
In search, of the euphoria they kept between they thighs/
She actin like a prude but I can see in her eyes/
The eagerness she try so hard to hide/
I’m tryna get inside her mind and later on get in them guts/
We really both squirrels just tryna get a nut/
Both young with whole lives still in front us/
But them times is up, them same bytches that I was so busy diggin/
Got kids now and baby fathers so used to dippin’/
They left them kids behind and moved on to other women/
New victims, and I’m just tryna get my life right/
Replaced them late nights with early mornings and bed times/
My homies run the streets like athletes tryna dodge fed times/
I’m just another wage slave can’t let em bind my free mind/
The stress of this got me heated try not to redline/
Is what I tell myself then I’m reminded of my finish line/
Of better times, long money, and good health/
Plentiful p*ssy, good weed, and Louie belts/

Would you consider it to be simple as far as rhyme scheme is concerned?

yeah because the rhymes at the end are perfect no imperfect rhyming in the same order no internal rhyming etc.

 

[MyMindWarpsandBends]

yeah besides bed times redline that's it there no other multis unless u count assonance as a rhyming.

I guess, I put more of an emphasis on pure flow and how effortlessly the rhyme schemes segway into each other and also being able to express a complete thought versus rhyming for the sake of rhyming, I feel you though

 

[A Pimp Named Slickback]

Eminem MF Doom and Lupe

 

[semicko82]

The GOAT Jigga

 

[Taco]

Young Thug. His schemes are pretty unique.

 

[pointproven214]

Young Thug. His schemes are pretty unique.

u got any examples ?

 

[Taco]

u got any examples ?

This dudes lyrics on paper never do him justice until you actually hear him on the track.

“When they killed my nikka, I seen the footage on the tape
Man I must've threw up everything I ever ate
Man I know he got some dice at the heaven gates
Kicking shyt with all these bytches like he's Kevin Gates
Relax your mind and kick your feet way up
Selling dog food tryna feed my pups
Young rich nikka and I'm built Ford Tough
And I'm throwing through stuff, I don't feel no love
And I shake your body and you still wake up
Taking perkys, man I fill my cup
The feds watching and they still might come, I'm gone
I wan' see my brother with the Patek not the static
Gucci wrap your toe up, got retarded with my daddy
All they seen was red bottoms bleeding by the casket
Perkys got me focused, I done noticed all the damages
I don't see no purpose, in the county eating sandwiches
Lost so many nikkas, I went crazy, I couldn't balance it
You can't question god, yeah yeah, and these challenges
Sipping on this Actavis, I swear I gotta manage it
SRT the challengers
Make that work do acrobatic flip, accurate
And I'm leaning like a project banister
I'm a boss, I ain't never need a manager
Got rich with Thug scandalous, ayy”