I have a lot of interest in interior rhyming; not just rhyming at the end of the lines, but playing around with rhymes within the lines, playing with where the syllabic emphases in the sentences are, lining those up at strange moments in the line of the song. I'm not sure if that comes across or not.
I think the first time I really heard poetry was in the schoolyard. Just the little limericks that kids say when they're jumping rope and playing games. I think that's the first time I heard rhyming words - I don't know if I'd call that the definitive poetry, but that's when I heard rhyming words said and not necessarily sung.
I'll sing over some chords, searching, what does [the music] conjure up, where's the melody taking you? I deliberate over the lyrics, I really do. I'll come up with one line in a day, and then it might be a couple of days before I come up with the rhyming line. It's never been easy for me.
I can remember the first time I ever recorded my vocals on to a beat. Cat Coore from Third World - a legendary Jamaican band - had a little demo set up at his house. I'm very good friends with his eldest son, Shiah, who plays with me now. So we were rhyming over a track by the dancehall artist Peter Metro. I've still got it somewhere.
Why has no one written a November rhapsody with plenty of lilt and swing? The poets who are moved at all by this month seem only stirred to lamentation, giving us year end and 'melancholy days' remarks, thereby showing that theory is stronger than observation among the rhyming brotherhood, or else that they have chronic indigestion and no gardens to stimulate them.
Mabel Osgood Wright
read the Bible to the children, until they are old enough to read for themselves ... The Bible, not nursery versions of it. There is a Bible in words of one syllable; I am happy to say I have never seen it. Such a monstrosity should be put alongside of the Rhyming Bible, of which, I believe, only one copy is in existence.
Laura E. Richards
My parents were hippies, and the story is that they went through a dictionary looking for a beautiful word to name me. They nearly called me Banyan, but flipped a few pages on and reached "China," thankfully. The other reason they liked it is that "china" is Cockney rhyming slang for "mate." People say "my old china," meaning "my old mate," because "china plate" rhymes with "mate.
So what rhyming poems do is they take all these nearby sound curves and remind you that they first existed that way in your brain. Before they meant something specific, they had a shape and a way of being said. And now, yes, gloom and broom are floating fifty miles away from each other in you mind because they refer to different notions, but they're cheek-by-jowl as far as your tongue is concerned. And that's what a poem does. Poems match sounds up the way you matched them when you were a tiny kid, using that detachable front phoneme.
I'm usually homeboys with the same ni**as I'm rhyming wit/But this is hip-hop and them ni**as should know what time it is/And that goes for Jermaine Cole, Big KRIT, Wale/Pusha T, Meek Millz, A$AP Rocky, Drake/Big Sean, Jay Electron', Tyler, Mac Miller/I got love for you all but I'm tryna murder you ni**as/Tryna make sure your core fans never heard of you ni**as/They dont wanna hear not one more noun or verb from you ni**as
I can't understand how people can have grown up in the eighties, amidst all this competitive spirit, gangster battles, hiphop - and still pretend that artists are 'colleagues' that should be bloody nice to each other. I mean that's like the 60's, not the 80's. I grew up with the idea of putting a cap in the ass of bad rhyming niggers. So that's what i did. And they all started frontin me, copycats and dinosaurs, but they have nothing on me. To me, the house generation of the 90's is excused - I never pick fights with these ecstasy heads. I just wanna bury all the dinosaurs that don't get ill.
A piratical ghost story in thirteen ingenious but potentially disturbing rhyming couplets, originally conceived as a confection both to amuse and to entertain by Mr. Neil Gaiman, scrivener, and then doodled, elaborated upon, illustrated, and beaten soundly by Mr. Cris Grimly, etcher and illuminator, featuring two brave children, their diminutive but no less courageous gazelle, and a large number of extremely dangerous trolls, monsters, bugbears, creatures, and other such nastiness, many of which have perfectly disgusting eating habits and ought not, under any circumstances, to be encouraged.
I remember being in the mood for love at the slightest provocation- your nubile body feeling undeniably illicit, under mine, rhyming, heaving, breathing together, each other, squirrel hands, down and across and stolen kisses, on and not on the lips. Then leaving scorching beds the color of the red desert sun and strawberry flavored. Your mysterious skin, salt lips: touching, each other. My libido, your mascara- getting all messed up in those rains, realizing for the first time that lust gnaws had no language, race, religion or brotherhood.' ('Left from Dhakeshwari')
I'M THINKING SOMETIMES THINGS ARE MOVING TOO FAST, 'CAUSE FROM THE VERY ROOM I'M RHYMING, IT BE LOOKING LIKE THE PAST. I KNOW YOU DIDN'T ASK, BUT FUCK IT, YOU'RE STUCK WITH IT. YOU GOTTA TRY RIGHT? THAT'S WHY YOUR BASIC LOVE FOR HIP HOP GOT ME SUCKING THIS MIC, I'M LIKE THE NEXT UNCLE FESTER, ANOTHER MEDIA MOLESTOR WITH THE FLEX COMING SMOOTH COMING STRANGE, LIKE GRADE 10 SEX, WE CLING TO THE TEXT, CORAZON THROUGH THE CHEST. YOU DISS IT YOU LIKE IT, WE DON'T GIVE A FUCK? WELL JUST A LITTLE... 'CAUSE WE'RE HIP HOP DECONSTRUCT. WE'RE SHMOOZING LIKE MCLUHAN, A SLIGHTLY SHY, A SLIGHTLY BORED, NAPPY CRAPPY SPINAL TAPPY HUMANOID.
Bran Van 3000
Hazel blue anemone in a little SeaSide cave... drawing currents from the sea turquoise blue on sparkling waves. In ocean dreams, the poet waits by his grotto, passing days. Rhyming verse, his mind creates where his smiling Sea Nymph plays. The lapping seas of emerald green stir the poet's fantasy neath crystal skies aquamarine and cotton clouds that drift so free... Ageless are the diamond sands that stretch across this heaven shore... With quill in hand, this poet stands by Neptune's realm forevemore...
YEAH, I PROMISED YOU NIGGAS AN ALBUM YOU'VE BEEN PATIENTLY WAITING NOW THE DAY IS FINALLY PRESENT I TOOK MY TIME WITH THIS SHIT I PUT MY MIND INTO EVERY LINE CAUSE WHEN IT'S OUT I AIN'T TRYNA REGRET IT NIGGAS GET OVERHYPED AND ALL THEY HITS GO STALE BECAUSE THEY SHIT DON'T SELL NOW THAT'S A BIG OLD FAIL BUT THE PUNCH IS A LOT HARDER WHEN YOU CLIP YOUR NAILS NIGGAS, HOW YOU EXPECT TO DRIVE WHEN YOU AIN'T GET YOUR L'S? YOU WAS THE NEXT BIG THING WHILE I WAS LAST YOU WAS POPPING TAGS WHILE I WAS MAD CHILLING IN MY PAD WITH MY RHYMING PAD TRYNA RECORD WITH NO DOOR SO I HEAR MY MOM AND DAD ARGUING UPSTAIRS SO I GOTTA WAIT 'TIL THE DRAMA PASS CAUSE MY MIC BE PICKING THAT SHIT UP BUT I AIN'T WANNA GIVE UP I'D EXHALE FAST EVEN IF I DID SUCK YOU WANT THE MADNESS THEN COME AND GET SOME I'M TAKING THE CAKE AND ALL THAT'S LEFT FOR YA'LL IS THE PIECES I BIT FROM SEE I AIN'T BUDDY-BUDDY WITH RAPPERS BECAUSE THAT SHIT IS FAKE MOST OF YA'LL MORALS IS FUCKED UP, WE ON A DIFFERENT PAGE YOU GET NO PROPS JUST CAUSE YOU GETTING PAID IF YOU GARBAGE WE AIN'T DOING BUSINESS, POINT BLANK, I DISCRIMINATE AND I DON'T DO NO BULLSHIT COLLABS TO GET MY NAME POPPING I AIN'T EVEN CONSIDER THE SAFE OPTION AND I JUST SAY HOPSIN, I PAID HOMAGE, NOW I'M STRAIGHT WILDIN' NOW TURN THIS SHIT UP WHILE THE BASS KNOCKING NOW C'MON
WHAT UP HOPS?TIME TO GET PAID AGAIN CROWD GROWIN' SHOULDA BEEN KNOWIN YOU SHOULD HAVE STAYED AND WHEN I TOLD YOU I'LL BE BACK IN FULL COLOR LOOK AT YOURSELF UMMM WELLA IS WHAT YOU SAID AS YOU BOP YOUR HEAD TO A NEW GROOVE THAT IMPROVES THAT MOVEMENT DON'T WORRY THERE'S NO WAY I'M LOSIN' IT'S DOWN PAT LIKE PAINT AND SHELLACK AND AS A MATTER OF FACT I'M WEARING TIMBERLANDS ROOF OF THE WORLD FULL LENGTH AND I'M KICKIN' IT ON THE STRENGTH ON THE STRENGHT STRAIGHT ACROSS THE COUNTER ON THE STRENGHT NO PRESCRIPTION AT ALL ON THE STRENGHT TYLENOL,CODEINE ON THE STRENGHT YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN,DIG THIS... PROHIBIT,EXHIBIT SPIRIT I SHARE IT THE LAWS A JAH ME FATHER AND I LIVE IT RULES FROM A MAN WITH UNDESTANDING SING AND BRING SOULS RING ABOUT EVERYTHING BEING STARTED,VERY UNDERRATED RHYMING ALL ABOUT YOURSELF IT OUTDATED AND YOU WAITING,ANTICIPATING FOR SOMETHING DOPE AND DEF AND INNOVATING FROM ME YOU SEE IT'S NOT EASY TO BE THE LAST LION FROM MOUNT ZION HARD LIKE IRON NEVER GIVE UP I JUST KEEP ON TRYIN' FREE AS A BIRD NOW THE WORLD IS SAFE AND I'M STONE COLD KICKIN IT,ON THE STRENGTH ON THE STRENGHT STRAIGHT ACROSS THE COUNTER ON THE STRENGHT NO PRESCRIPTION AT ALL ON THE STRENGHT TYLENOL,CODEINE ON THE STRENGHT YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN,DIG THIS... SHAKERS BE,SHAKIN',PEOPLE BE,BREAKIN' SHOW SO NITRO,GIRLIES BE FAINTIN' MEDICS BE LAYIN' THEY KNOW I'M NOT PLAYIN' ON THE STRENGHT,YOU KNOW WHAT I'M SAYIN'? STRENGHT IS THE POWER,ALL ON THE HOUR OR FORCE DO ANYBODY GOT STRENGHT?OF COURSE! I'M GETTIN HOARSE CAUSE IT'S PUMPIN LIKE THE FEDS FROM EACH AND EVERY CORNER PEOPLE BOPPIN' THEIR HEADS INSTEAD OF ARGUING,BITIN',FIGHTIN' AND FUSSIN' YOU'RE AFRO-AMERICAN SO WON'T YOU STOP RUSHIN' THE RAP THAT I'M BUSTIN,SO DOPE IT'S DISGUSTING TRUSTIN' WHAT'S IN STORE FOR SURE AS YOU AND YOURS FILL ALL DANCE FLOORS CAUSE WHEN GET FRESH RAIN,WE STORM OR WORK ON AN ENCORE WHILE WE'RE ON TOUR OR LIKE I SAID TO YOU ONCE BEFORE WEARIN' TIMBERLANDS ROOF OF THE WORLD,FULL LENGTH AND I'M STONE COLD KICKIN' IT ON THE STRENGTH
Doug E. Fresh
I Hear the sledges with the bells - Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells - From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells. II Hear the mellow wedding bells - Golden bells! What a world of happiness their harmony foretells! Through the balmy air of night How they ring out their delight! - From the molten - golden notes, And all in tune, What a liquid ditty floats To the turtle - dove that listens, while she gloats On the moon! Oh, from out the sounding cells, What a gush of euphony voluminously wells! How it swells! How it dwells On the Future! - how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells - Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells - To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells! III Hear the loud alarum bells - Brazen bells! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire, In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire, Leaping higher, higher, higher, With a desperate desire, And a resolute endeavor Now - now to sit, or never, By the side of the pale - faced moon. Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear, it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells - Of the bells - Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells - In the clamor and the clanging of the bells! IV Hear the tolling of the bells - Iron bells! What a world of solemn thought their monody compels! In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people - ah, the people - They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who, tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone - They are neither man nor woman - They are neither brute nor human - They are Ghouls: - And their king it is who tolls: - And he rolls, rolls, rolls, Rolls A paean from the bells! And his merry bosom swells With the paean of the bells! And he dances, and he yells; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the paean of the bells: - Of the bells: Keeping time, time, time In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the throbbing of the bells - Of the bells, bells, bells: - To the sobbing of the bells: - Keeping time, time, time, As he knells, knells, knells, In a happy Runic rhyme, To the rolling of the bells - Of the bells, bells, bells - To the tolling of the bells - Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells, - To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.
Edgar Allan Poe
THERE'S A BURNING DESIRE BURNING IN MY BRAIN, NO TIME FOR DENYING I WANNA LET IT OUT BUT YOU WOULD SAY I'M A LIAR I AIN'T GIVE A DAMN I'MA SPIT WHAT'S LEFT ON MY MIND THERE ARE MANY THINGS UNTOLD I NEED TO GET OFF MY CHEST I DESIRE TO BE THE KING OR A PRESIDENT OR I CAN BE THAT LITTLE SPARK IN YOUR BRAIN THAT MAKES YOU MEDITATE DESIRE TO BE THE ONE GREAT PILLAR AN UNSHAKEABLE MAN THAT CAN'T BE BROUGHT DOWN WHEN YOU BEAT HIM DESIRE TO BE THE POSITIVE OR I CAN BE THE NEGATIVE WISH I CAN BE THE BEST RAPPER IN THE WORLD, AFFIRMATIVE! OR I CAN BE THE LAST MAN STANDING YOU DIGGING IT? THEN I CAN BE SO PROUD TO PROVE THAT YOU CAN NEVER BEAT ME I WISH THAT I COULD BE THE FUTURE NE-NE-NEVER BE THE PAST DESIRE TO BE THE GREATEST STAR THAT STANDS EVERLASTING NICE THOUGHTS COMING OUTTA MY MIND THEY CAN'T STOP IT COS THAT'S WHAT'S BURNING IN MY SOUL... RHYMING AND DROPPING THE HIT AND ERRYBODY'S FEELING ME RAPPING AND DROPPING THE CEILINGS DOWN TO THE GROUND YOU DIGGING IT? PEELING, KILLING THE WHOLE GAME AIN'T GIVE SHIT OF IF SPEAKING LIKE, 'MA-PA-PA-PA-MA-MA' BUT THAT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE I MAKE SENSE OUT OF NONSENSE AND NOW THEY CALLING ME THE GREAT NIGGA WITH CONCEPT ME FLOW IS FANTASTIC ME BOY IS INCREDIBLE HATERS ARE SAYING, "DAMN! MEHN, UNBELIEVABLE" I KEEP ON KILLING THE BEAT BETTER THAN A GWANDER MAN I FLOW SO STEADY MEHN, IT'S JUST COMING OUTTA MY BRAIN NEVER SCARED OF THE ENEMY COS I'M TOO DEADLY WANNA HEAR MY VOICE? YOU BETTER PLAY IT AGAIN AND AGAIN GREATEST IN THE WHOLE WORLD BEST IN NIGERIA WANNA KNOW ME? YOU BETTER CHECK ON WIKIPEDIA YEAH, MY WHOLE TRACKS ARE GETTING PLAYED ON THE MEDIA BEST FLOWS FROM THE BETTER GUY WHO LIVE A LIFE OF A HUSTLER BUT HEART OF A KING GOT THE MIND STATE OF A WINNER BUT I'M STRUGGLING HUSTLING HARD STRUGGLE ERRYDAY LIKE A PET IT'S NOT A MOVIE THAT YOU CAN KNOW IF YOU'VE GOTTEN THERE YET IT IS REALITY I PLAY THE WHOLE ROLE AND NOW I'M GETTING IT KEEP MY HEAD STEADY ERRYDAY AND NEVER BENDING IT MY IDENTITY IS GOING FAR AND I CAN SEE THE LIGHT THE ONE BROKE NIGGA Y'ALL THOUGHT WOULD NEVER GET IT RIGHT NOW I'M GETTING BIGGER AND ERRONE'S LOOKING FOR ME "E.M.S, E.M.S!" ERRYBODY'S CALLING ME THE GOODY GOODY'S COMING IN SO YOU CAN NEVER MURDER ME I'MA HUSTLE HARD TILL THE DEATH HOPE YOU DIGGING ME? YEAH, IT'S JUST A MATTER OF TIME, I'MA GET IT RIGHT YEAH, I'MA TAKE THE BEST SHOT AND I'MA HIT THE SPOT AND I'MA BE THE HEADLINE ON YOUR LIPS AND ERRDAY YOU GONNA SIT AND TALK ABOUT THE NEW GIST LIKE; I GIVE YOU MUCH RESPECT BY CALLING YOU YES MA BUT ALL YOU GAVE ME WAS JUST SHOWING NO REMORSE MA I JOINED ILLUMINATI AND CAME OUT WITH FIRST-CLASS MA NOW THE ONES I CALL THE BEST ARE CALLING ME THE GREATEST MA A NEW ERA HAS RISEN WITH A BRAND NEW PRISON NEVER ASK WHY I ACCEPTED I GOT MY REASONS OTHER RAPPERS FALLING DOWN AND I'M JUST WATCHING, STARING YOU CAN CALL IT WHATEVER YOU LIKE, I'M HEARING IT'S THE RAP COMMUNITY TIME WE GOT PHYSIQUE BREAKING IT DOWN AND ALL THAT'S LEFT IS JUST PIECES MANY WANNA LEAVE BUT WE GRAB 'EM BUY THE PENIS THEY WANNA SCREAM A NAME BUT ALL THEY KNOW IS JUST, "JESUS!" FREE OFFERS ALWAYS COME WITH A PRICE TAG, RIGHT? MINE CAME WITH A FATE THAT CAN NEVER SLACK GOD LOVES THE POOR BUT HELPS THE RICH I AIN'T STANDING HERE TRYNA PREACH I'M JUST HERE TO TELL YOU THE FACT BELIEVE IT OR NOT THE WHOLE SHIT CRAP AIN'T SO HARDER THAN I THOUGHT I STRUGGLE HARD TO BRING THE SEXY LADIES OUT OF THE GROUND, MEHN IT'S UNLIKE UNLEASHING HELL ON EARTH WHEN THE SUN GOES DOWN THE CEREMONY BEGINS I SAID IT LOUD AND NOW YOU KNOW WHAT IT MEANS SO YOU BETTER KEEP YOUR DISTANCE AND BETTER KEEP SHUT IF YOU TALK WITHOUT THE POWER MEHN, YOU'LL GET SHOT BAM! BAM!! BAM!!! BAM!!!! WE GOT YOUR BLOOD IN A CUP AND YOUR EYEBALLS GONE NOW TELL ME WHAT YOU SEE NOW NIGGA? COME ON, NOW MAKE A SOUND HAHA, AIGHT WHEN THE SUN GOES DOWN THE CEREMONY BEGINS LOTS OF TEARS AND LOTS OF BLOOD SHED COME WITH IT AND LOTS OF VARIETIES THAT YOU CAN NEVER EAT BUT IT'S A DINNER WITH THE QUEEN SO GET USED TO IT. I GOT ENTHRONED BY A PRETTY LADY IT'S AMAZING! MY HANDS ARE LIFTED HIGH I KEEP PRAISING HALLELUJAH, HALLELUJAH, WHAT THE HELL! HAHA, NIGGAS JUST DON'T CARE GET USED TO THE LIFE THAT I'M LIVING I KEEP ON STANDING TALL YEAH, I'M BREATHING THEY ALL RESPECT EVERY WORD THAT I SAY WITHOUT KNOWING THE SOURCE YOU BRING DOWN A MAN AND BE THE MAN