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[intro]
everybody knows rap is poetry
so hold tight kids, whatever the vibe is
you can’t write right or rhyme sick without
recognizing poetic devices, listen…

my metaphors are weapons and swords to slay dragons
picture the scene, the darkened cavern where imagery
¬happens
i love listening to lyrical language like alliteration
personification told me these rhymes are amazing
rhythm moves on beat like drumsticks
rhyme scheme is two good like couplets
repet-tion, repet-tion words from the rapper
end this section here, call it my first stanza

then i quickly rap some adverbs in an instant
describe an adjective? remarkable isn’t it?
and colloquial language is really wicked ‘right?
yeah, innit and similes are like…
similes are like ninjas as swift as supersonic rockets
and if i stop on this line you could call it a sonnet
bring the onomatopoeia… then boom!
am i the first person? is he the third person?
what’s your point of view?

my hyped up hyperbole’s the best the world has ever seen
but i’m not quite sure what ambiguity means
my turn of phrase is one in a million, i got a bundle of idioms
sending silly sentences, i’m just instilling sibilance
so cold with juxtaposition i’m bring the heat
use -ssonance with speech so people feel me on beats
iambic pentameter can move me
and a little bird told me anthropomorphism is goofy

are those oxymorons logically absurd or are they cleverly
dumb?
pause for thought and caesura. then the song goes
on like enjambe-
– ment, i run on lines, i love to rhyme. you noticed?
ironic, i’m a poet and i don’t even… realise
i thought the stream of consciousness was all in my head so
i was sad about pathetic fallacy, it rained and then it snowed
i don’t just play on words, i work on words, i set upon them – i said i pun them
let’s rap it up with an acrostic:
exercise
now
done

[outro]
i blank verse… then i… free verse with an expression of the freedom within my soul and myself
so nice with devices, hopefully you got the conceit
o poetry! why fill up my bars with apostrophes!
and when the end rhyme always ends up coming last…

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