I'm guiltily rabid about multisyllabic rhymes, and I can tell you - that they're not that difficult.
And the repeated pattern is this:
- Find as many rhymes as you can, and when you need to change,
- pick the last {x} syllables before your last rhyme and use that for your new rhyme.
"Ticket to ride, white line highwayI'm not sure where this guy got the idea that Eminem reinvented the wheel. In terms of his analysis of rhyming word stacks, excluding internal rhyming of words like "pound" and "your."
Tell all your friends, they can go my way
Pay your toll, sell your soul
Pound for pound costs more than gold
The longer you stay, the more you pay
My white lines go a long way
Either up your nose or through your vein
With nothin to gain except killin’ your brain"
I'd argue that "blau" is a real word.If it's good enough for Punch 'Em in the Dick, it's good enough for me.
Sitting here waiting for my sugar to showposted by pxe2000 at 7:33 AM on February 1 [1 favorite]
I've been listening to the sirens and the radio
He said he'd be over three hours ago
I've been waiting for his car on the hill
He makes friends easy
He's not like me
I watch for judgement anxiously
Now where in the city can that boy be
Waiting for a car
Climbing
Climbing
Climbing the hill
He's a real good talker I think he's friend
Fast tires come screaming around the bend
But there's still no buzzer
They roll on
And I'm waiting for his car on the hill
It always seems so righteous at the start
When there's so much laughter
When there's so much spark
When there's so much sweetness in the dark
Waiting for a car
Climbing
Climbing
Climbing the hill
See the problem is, I speak to suburban kidsposted by shakespeherian at 7:49 AM on February 1 [9 favorites]
who otherwise would've never knew these words exist
whose moms probably would've never gave two squirts of piss
till I created so much motherfuckin' turbulence
straight out the tube, right into your living room I came
and kids flipped when they knew I was produced by Dre
that's all it took, and they were instantly hooked right in
and they connected with me too because I looked like them
that's why they put my lyrics up under this microscope
searchin' with a fine tooth comb, its like this rope
waitin' to choke, tightening around my throat
watching me while I write this, like I don't like this, nope
All I hear is: lyrics, lyrics, constant controversy, sponsors working 'round the clock
to try to stop my concerts early, surely hip-hop was never a problem in Harlem
only in Boston after it bothered the fathers of daughters starting to blossom
so now I'm catchin' the flack from these activists when they raggin'
actin' like I'm the first rapper to smack a bitch, or say faggot, shit
just look at me like I'm your closest pal, the posterchild,
the motherfuckin' spokesman now for
White America, I could be one of your kids
White America, little Eric looks just like this
White America, Erica loves my shit
I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get
It's interesting that the two old white men that keep getting trotted out as the shining example of what lyrics writing should be are, by any sane standard, incredibly crappy singers.This and another observation in the thread struck me as setting up a false dichotomy between skilled songwriting and good singing. I know I just gave props to Joni Mitchell (who had a gorgeous voice in the '60s and '70s), and there's also PJ Harvey, Corin Tucker, Rufus Wainwright, Bill Withers, etc. -- all very good to great songwriters and singers. Having a crap voice doesn't automatically make you a great lyricist and having a great voice doesn't make you a second-rate songwriter.
1. It pisses people off.So does not being able to get a job, governmental corruption, murders...the list goes on. I'm pretty sure that if someone close to these rappers raped their daughters, some of the rape/domestic violence content would cease to be seen as "funny" or "poignant" or whatever.
However: It's really not acceptable anymore. Most rappers of the past 7 or 8 years don't use language like that.I don't know about that, man. Eminem still is, if this thread is any indication, and there have been a few big-name MCs in the past few years who still draw on misogyny to sell records or get people downloading MP3s or whatever.
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavyThe meter he imposes upon the lyrics in delivery is an extra layer that is difficult to convey in text - but suffice it to say, he's a powerful poet.
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
(excerpt from "Careful with that mic" by Clutch)
So tell me, when you took the practice Scholastic Aptitude Test
Did you know the answers or did you just guess?
You rely on gimmicks to amuse your fans
And act all urban to jack-up your sound-scan.
What's the matter with you? How come you rhyme monosyllabically?
Is atrophy shrinking your entire vocabulary?
Your style's like garbage cans meant to be taken out on a weekly basis.
Ever since your first record you've been in a state of suspended animation.
You look like Snuffaluffagus and Australopithecus.
Me Cray, you abacus.
But enough about you, let's talk about me
And how single-handedly I redefined the science of radio astronomy,
making Nobel prize winners question their notions of reality.
Oh, but I digress… you play sorry, I play chess.
King's pawn to b3, checkmate, go get some Percasets.
Careful with that mic, Weezy.
Do you really think it's that easy?
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arms spaghetti
There’s vomit on his spaghetti already,
mom’s spaghetti
He’s spaghetti, but on the surface he
looks calm and ready to drop spaghetti
but he keeps on forgetting what he
spaghetti
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