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The Beginning
Styles P
Lyrics & Rhyme Analysis
32
End
226
Internal
66
Multi
289
Slant
9
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[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Whoever said birds fly south for the winter's a damn lie
Got 'em right here, and if I don't like you, the grams hide
Take it or leave it, soon as a fiend taste it, they need it
Make 'em smoke it right in front of you to make you believe it
Probably think I won't murder✦ you the way I smile
But I'ma✦ take a lot of shots A.I. style
And Jada,✦ the name is filthy,✦ but so what?
The motherfuckin' game is filthy,✦ you know what?
My mom and my pops really✦ did a good job
But it was the Montega and the 'caine that built me
So I could never✦ hate on another✦ brother✦
God is great, the devil is a motherfucker
When you broke but they think you got money✦
Crackers start showin'✦ you love, your own people act funny✦
I tear niggas✦ heads off, I don't discriminate✦
Waves,✦ cornrows or dreads, I will eliminate✦
[Verse 3: Roscoe P. Coldchain]
I'm far from a noodle nigga,✦ I stab up block reps
And turn quiet streets into✦ hot sets
Nigga,✦ that's funny,✦ you say you a killer,✦ how?
What is it, the return✦ of the killer✦ clowns?
Akhi, you put no fear in my heart
I make ya people say, "Wow, that didn't look like my man"
They flipped him upside✦ down, the coroner did what he can
He got hit with ten rounds at point blank and point blank
Coldchain✦ left that nigga✦ stankin'
Nigga✦ have static, to his face, I got the wrinkling, slugs all in it
I had my eyes on his mink and I didn't give 'em a chance to blink
When I jogged✦ up on 'em, pressed the .40 up on him, shocked 'em
Made his head stand on end and like a baby,✦ I rocked✦ 'em
Your coffin's your cradle, you can't bite the hand that made you
That's the beginning of the end, and you a thug that pretends
Call Coldchain✦ "Super✦ Nigga,"✦ I got X-Ray vision,✦ I see through men
And squeeze triggers with bullets✦ that go through men
[Verse 4: Styles P]
Fuck with S.P., that's ya date with death
Got bullets✦ that'll break ya chest
No sleep like I hate to rest
I'm in the hood like its my fate to rep
I hold it down any✦ place I step
And I love getting slept on
'Cause I'm rawer✦ than dope, fresh out of Africa✦ that never✦ been stepped on
Dawg, I'ma✦ clap at you the minute✦ that you rep wrong
Holiday, the Ghost the main reason✦ why your set gone
Why I love riffing 'em poor? You wouldn't understand
'Cause my God is different than yours
If the world spin in a circle, I want to learn to move backwards
Kill niggas✦ the first minute✦ they jerk you
What you keep the toaster for? Creeping through the hood and
Shit ain't really✦ good, but I'm deeper✦ than the ocean✦ floor
Higher✦ than a plane and meaner✦ than a bull
I want ya insides out, so I mean it when I pull
[Verse 5: Malice]
Rappers is talking to me as if (Come on)
We in the same boat I tell them quick, "No, I move coke" (Uh-uh)✦
And you and I don't share no common✦ bond
So forgive✦ me if I don't receive✦ you with open✦ arms (No)
It shames✦ me to no end
To feed poison✦ to those who could very✦ well be my kin (Uh-huh)✦
But where there's✦ demand,✦ someone will supply✦
So I feed them their needs, at the same time, cry
Yes, it pains me to see them need this
All of them lost souls and I'm their Jesus
Deepest regret✦ and sympathy to the streets
I seen 'em pay for they fix when they kids couldn't eat (So sorry)✦
And with this in mind, I still didn't quit
And that's how I know that I ain't shit (I ain't shit)
My heart bleed, but that's aside✦ from the fact
I live for my kids and theirs and them youngins after✦ that
Technical Breakdown
8.2
Multisyllabic Rhymes8.5
Complexity of rhyme schemes (data-driven)
Internal Rhymes9.5
Rhymes within a line (data-driven)
Wordplay / Double Entendres6.5
Clever language, metaphors, punchlines
Cadence / Rhythm9.0
Flow variation and timing (data-driven)
Vocabulary Complexity7.0
Range and depth of words used (data-driven)
Delivery / Breath Control7.5
Performance and control
Computed Score8.17
Production
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Critic Analysis
RAPLEDGER BAROMETER™
The verse relies on street-level grit and established rap tropes of the era, leveraging aggressive internal rhyme schemes and confident, rhythmic punchline delivery typical of the D-Block / Doggy's Angels era aesthetic.
A
8.5
Multisyllabic
9.5
Internal Rhymes
9
Cadence / Flow
7
Vocabulary
6.5
Wordplay
7.5
Delivery
Internal rhyme chainsMultisyllabic enjambmentCall-and-response cadenceStreet vernacular imagery
Rhyme Architecture: Dense, multi-syllabic internal rhyming with a heavy emphasis on end-line rhyme stability, transitioning into rhythmic, punchy couplets in the latter half.
Verified Doubles & Entendres
"take a lot of shots A.I. style"
① The basketball reference to Allen Iverson's high-volume shooting and scoring output.② The literal act of firing a firearm multiple times in a street confrontation.
"Montega and the 'caine that built me"
① A phonetic play on 'the money and the cocaine' as the factors that shaped his upbringing.② A direct reference to the drug trade environment (Montega/Cocaine) being the architect of his persona.
Commanding vocal presence
Consistent, heavy-hitting internal rhyme density
Strong character work through street-centric delivery
Effective use of the 'A.I. style' metaphor for cultural relevance
Relies on established genre cliches regarding drug dealing
Limited thematic variation beyond street-hardened narratives
Some punchlines rely on shock value rather than deep structural wit