A Gangster and a Gentleman

Nobody Believes Me

Styles P

Lyrics & Rhyme Analysis

12

End

150

Internal

74

Multi

216

Slant

4

Chain

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[Verse 2: Styles P, Sean Cross & J-Hood]
My knife said to me
("I hawk niggas✦ down, bust arteries")
And he get bright red for me
Knife, you my nigga,✦ but leave me alone✦
I got to talk to my man haze to get in the zone
I said "Haze what the hell is up?"
He said, "You know how we do, you know that we crew
So where's the vanilla dutch?"
Rollin'✦ somethin'✦ up
Think about✦ killin'✦ every✦ rapper✦ in the game and holdin'✦ somethin'✦ up
My haze said to me, "You need to calm down when the rage come to you
'Fore a grave or a cage or a gauge come to you
But you don't give a fuck
So just open✦ up your book and let your page come to you"
Even✦ though I'm humble and noble, I don't give a fuck
You ain't tryna✦ hear me, I'ma✦ shoot through your mobile✦
It's funny✦ y'all squabble
Hold up, my niggas,✦ it ain't a convo✦ 'less your money✦ start talkin'✦
[Chorus: Styles P]
I got a story✦ to tell, my knife talk to me
But nobody✦ believe✦ that my knife talk to me
I got a story✦ to tell, my hammer✦ talk to me
But nobody✦ believe✦ that my hammer✦ talk to me
I got a story✦ to tell, my haze talk to me
But nobody✦ believe✦ that my haze talk to me
I got a story✦ to tell, my money✦ talk to me
But nobody✦ believe✦ that my money✦ talk to me
[Verse 3: Styles P]
My money✦ spoke to me
It said shit that if it wasn't for his ass there wouldn't be no hope for me
Money✦ ain't everything, and then he laughed at me
And said the hammer✦ oughta✦ blast at me
He said I got you out of jail, paid for the lawyer✦ and bail
Take a look at the cars and the crib
I keep the clothes on your back, food in your mouth
Even✦ paid for the birds when you moved✦ niggas✦ south
Shit, I'm the reason✦ why the block jumpin'✦
Let a nigga✦ try to stop something, D-Block'll pop somethin'✦
And I'm the reason✦ why you ride or die
Keep a lot of me by your side, shoot niggas✦ in the eye
I said, "Money✦ you the root of evil✦
How they print 'In God We Trust' knowin'✦ what you do to people?"
But I'm a hard felon✦
So I grabbed two stacks, dirty✦ and bloody✦ 'cause I heard my car yellin'✦
[Chorus: Styles P]
I got a story✦ to tell, my knife talk to me
But nobody✦ believe✦ that my knife talk to me
I got a story✦ to tell, my hammer✦ talk to me
But nobody✦ believe✦ that my hammer✦ talk to me
I got a story✦ to tell, my haze talk to me
But nobody✦ believe✦ that my haze talk to me
I got a story✦ to tell, my money✦ talk to me
But nobody✦ believe✦ that my money✦ talk to me

Technical Breakdown

7.4
Multisyllabic Rhymes9.5

Complexity of rhyme schemes (data-driven)

Internal Rhymes9.5

Rhymes within a line (data-driven)

Wordplay / Double Entendres7.0

Clever language, metaphors, punchlines

Cadence / Rhythm6.5

Flow variation and timing (data-driven)

Vocabulary Complexity6.0

Range and depth of words used (data-driven)

Delivery / Breath Control7.5

Performance and control

Computed Score7.37

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Critic Analysis
RAPLEDGER BAROMETER™

Styles P utilizes personification of inanimate objects (knife, weed/haze) as a psychological projection of his internal conflict, effectively grounding the hyper-violence of the Lox-era aesthetic in a surreal, auditory narrative.

B+
9.5
Multisyllabic
9.5
Internal Rhymes
6.5
Cadence / Flow
6
Vocabulary
7
Wordplay
7.5
Delivery
PersonificationInternal monologuesMultisyllabic enjambmentPhonetic wordplayNarrative framing
Rhyme Architecture: Dense internal rhyme scheme relying heavily on 'o' and 'u' vowel sounds (e.g., 'down/arteries/me/leave/zone/haze/up/game'), bridging the gaps between dialogue-based bars with precise multis.
Verified Doubles & Entendres

"grave or a cage or a gauge"

① The literal consequences of criminal activity: death (grave), prison (cage), or being shot (gauge).② A phonetic chain reflecting the cyclical nature of street violence, where the sound 'age' serves as the anchor for the narrator's inevitable outcomes.

"shoot through your mobile"

① Literally shooting someone while they are on their cell phone.② A play on 'mobile' as a homophone for 'automobile' or 'moving target', implying the precision and reach of the narrator's aggression.

Exceptional atmosphere and characterization of the narrator's mental state

High density of internal rhyming that sustains momentum despite the dark subject matter

Effective use of the 'conversational' flow which heightens the 'madman' persona

Vocabulary choices remain within a narrow, genre-specific lexicon

The narrative progression occasionally relies on standard tropes of the era despite the clever personification hook

Some punchlines (e.g., 'shoot through your mobile') feel slightly dated compared to the sophistication of the internal rhyme structures

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