Homecut - Poetic Devices Rap lyrics

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Homecut - Poetic Devices Rap lyrics

[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 Repetition, repetition 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 a**onance 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...