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G-Prynce
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You probably heard this before and stuff, but how do you work out bars? I checked in several places, trying to figure it out on my own from lyrics of actual songs, to some of my own lyrics. Man still hasn't figured it out yet though. If you could check out this piece of lyricism and tell me how many bars it has, and how to work them out from here, I'll be real happy. Also, if you could tell me how these lyrics are, that'll be great too. This is my first post here, and I'm sure I'm gonna love it. I'm a dedicated 13 year old rapper, needing some help. I haven't finished these lyrics, but just as a point to carry on with, I'd like to know. Bless.
My lyrics bring in lyricism, my life brings in virtualism
your crown clearly states imperialism
Over-powering fools saying its materialism
you have the gold and you rap with pure centralism
you say it's all done by like symbolism,
when you rush with bombs it ain't like patriotism
When I say what's up you say emotionalism,
I have the flow of a tiger and you call it immpressionism
then you rap with full emoblism, I say call the cops you say thats federalism
so what can one do to prove his legalism
I can prove that I rhyme by saying journalism
plurism, ventriloquism, liberalism, nationalism, socialism, fatalism, organism, pessimism, electricism, invalidism, activism
Is that enough for you, and fundamentalism
you say I rap with my rhymes and anabolism
If you got the flow to do it, don't end up with exorcism
Cause you know I got rhymes coming from all the sides
you have tons of pride, from all your rides
you say yours glides, but I hardly see it, and you gotta admit
your verses aren't legit, you can come and remit, but always sit and reminisce
Clouds pop up, from under the abyss, swiss hits, you clowns and jokers are a miss fam
You feel the pain when they shot your brain
throwing all gold chains, slash them with the 1st crane
1st class plane, floods and blocked drains
Polish foreign names, click click bang
You go slang with that small gang in the small prang
with the small clang, then you slapped him and sprang,
with the small hand, told him to use the small hang, bang bang
small flight harangue, you small type sang, in that small youth gang
I write lyrics like a lyricist, for poems and raps, you say he's stuck in that trap
he needs to learn to clap, you take him for scrap
go wrap up your presents and give him his hat
this beats so hard it might break his map, he claims he got a strap
but he ain't got anything apart from hate dislike and a shack
My philosophy is heavenly, your comedy it bothers me
the UK uses the german policy
you should come and ask for apology
My lyrics bring in lyricism, my life brings in virtualism
your crown clearly states imperialism
Over-powering fools saying its materialism
you have the gold and you rap with pure centralism
you say it's all done by like symbolism,
when you rush with bombs it ain't like patriotism
When I say what's up you say emotionalism,
I have the flow of a tiger and you call it immpressionism
then you rap with full emoblism, I say call the cops you say thats federalism
so what can one do to prove his legalism
I can prove that I rhyme by saying journalism
plurism, ventriloquism, liberalism, nationalism, socialism, fatalism, organism, pessimism, electricism, invalidism, activism
Is that enough for you, and fundamentalism
you say I rap with my rhymes and anabolism
If you got the flow to do it, don't end up with exorcism
Cause you know I got rhymes coming from all the sides
you have tons of pride, from all your rides
you say yours glides, but I hardly see it, and you gotta admit
your verses aren't legit, you can come and remit, but always sit and reminisce
Clouds pop up, from under the abyss, swiss hits, you clowns and jokers are a miss fam
You feel the pain when they shot your brain
throwing all gold chains, slash them with the 1st crane
1st class plane, floods and blocked drains
Polish foreign names, click click bang
You go slang with that small gang in the small prang
with the small clang, then you slapped him and sprang,
with the small hand, told him to use the small hang, bang bang
small flight harangue, you small type sang, in that small youth gang
I write lyrics like a lyricist, for poems and raps, you say he's stuck in that trap
he needs to learn to clap, you take him for scrap
go wrap up your presents and give him his hat
this beats so hard it might break his map, he claims he got a strap
but he ain't got anything apart from hate dislike and a shack
My philosophy is heavenly, your comedy it bothers me
the UK uses the german policy
you should come and ask for apology