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Internal Rhyme

In poetry, internal rhyme, or middle rhyme, is rhyme that occurs within a single line of verse, or between internal phrases across multiple lines. By contrast, rhyme between line endings is known as end rhyme. Internal rhyme schemes can be denoted with spaces or commas between lines. For example, "AB,AB,AB" denotes a three-line poem with the same internal rhyme on each line, and the same end rhyme on each line (which does not rhyme with the internal rhyme). more »

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Pull up on em and we way deep, anything we say go
Shorty say she hate the fame, she think I can’t be faithful
I know my aura, aye, Jay green, and that he like a Bengal
Every verse another painting, name me next to Van Gogh
Name me next to Van Gogh, I think I can handle
Any accolade, yeah I’m acting made, that’s just how demand go
Treat me like a vandal, I still keep my 10th toe down
Taught that loyalty brings you royalty so I guess I can’t fold
Gotta stay true to the very few who never let me take my foot off
And even now when I think I should have, they tell me to shut all that shit up
Get out, you gotta get up, spending all of your time getting high
Well me too, but I got a need to make sure that my family feel satisfied
Look deeper into my eyes, past hazel green, past day dreams
Never could rock with the A-Team, on my own before 18
Had to make my own mistakes, had to feel like “what a waste”
Got up, still had to chase the b-a-g, couldn’t be waiting for that thing to appear all in my place
Every song you hearing crates, layer kick drums on 808’s
Like let’s get some and embrace, let’s get funky on this bass
‘Cause I’m a dirty dancer, with worthy answers, not Bernie sanders
But the soul of an old Jewish man in your face yelling “what a disgrace”
Pull up on em and we way deep, anything we say go
Shorty say she hate the fame, she think I can’t be faithful
I know my aura, aye, Jay green, and that he like a Bengal
Every verse another painting, name me next to Van Gogh
Name me next to Dali, misunderstood and jolly
Spit in hallways in Cheltenham, grew to fans thats’ out to Bali
Women like “gee golly,” she gagging, ain’t no lolli
Feeling like Austin powers, lost in the flowers, no cauli, yah mean, I mean
I’m hella positive and love-filled, and somehow do not give a f*ck still
Short temper when my blood spills, can’t differentiate what’s real
Ain’t famous, I just let the buzz build, people recognize I got enough skill
Opportunity seemed real narrow like pushing wheelbarrows uphill
Yeah like pushing wheelbarrows up
Wanna laugh and cheer, but if I have a beer, then my Crohn’s will start flaring up
So I blow it down my with bud, and hold it down in my cut
If Crates sent the beat, then I don’t gotta hear it ‘cause I know the sound will line up
This chemical arrangement type shit that’ll let you ditch your day shift
Even if I couldn’t ever, I still know I’m better, so it’s set in stone I can’t quit
And it’s ‘bout so much more than cash, I’m swarming fast, making makeshift
Inevitably he peaked your favorite, as evidence, see the schemes and cadence
As evidence, see the schemes and cadence
He gon’ be the greatest
Accept it now or face it
Pull up on em and we way deep, anything we say go
Shorty say she hate the fame, she think I can’t be faithful
I know my aura, aye, Jay green, and that he like a Bengal
Every verse another painting, name me next to Van Gogh
As evidence, see the schemes and cadence
He gon’ be the greatest
Accept it now or face it

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