Poetic+devices

__Hyperbole__

 __Alliteration__

__Rhythm & Rhyme__ Rhythm and rhyme add flow to the poem and makes the poem appealing to the ear. Example: A millionaire I'm a young money millionaire Tougher than Nigerian hair My criteria compared to your carreer just isnt fair I'm a venereal disease like a menstrual I bleed Through the pencil and leak on this sheet Of the tablet in my mind Cause I don't write nothin cause I ain got time Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the almighty dolla And the almighty power of Allah... yea Sister, brother, son, daughter, father, motha lovin coppas Got the mazerati dancin on the bridge trunk poppin Tell the coppas ha ha ha ha You can't catch em, you can't stop em I go by them goon rules If you can't beat em, then you pop em You can't man em, then you mop em You can't stand em, then you drop em You pop em cause we pop em like Orville Redenbacher

C3 ok A millionaire I'm a young money millionaire What chya'll really wanna na Ya'll don't really wanna do it If hip hop is dead I am the *embalming fluid* And I don't care who it be I'm step into it Notice I say 'it' cause to me it ain't *shhh* Get it Call *what you* like trick Call me on my sidekick Never answer when it's private Man I hate a shy chick Don't you hate a shy chick I had to *plate* the shy chick An she *aint* shy no mo She changed her name to my chick Yea boy that's my girl An she pops *excellent* up in Waynes world Totally dude You should see their faces when they see that this robot can move An it say Yea And it go That's right A millionaire I'm a young money, cash money, fast money, Slow money, more money, never no money [|Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com] What is that, who is that, I never heard of it I will take your picture and make a rest in peace shirt of it Someone should take this beat and make a rest in peace shirt of it Me cause I killed it now don't tell no one you heard of me It's like, the beat was screamin murder me And I'm a murderer So I murdered it And you rappers is what I eat and I'll make sure of it And he who don't believe I'll make dessert of him Or her, Carter father of This rap thang This is my race gon take a lap man Weezy babys *nursery* Go take a nap man It's nap time I holla back at you at snack time Weezy... f... yea Ok they say I'm rappin like Big, Jay, and Tupac, Andre 3000 where is Erykah Badu at Who dat Who dat said they gon beat Lil Wayne My name ain't bic, but I keep that flame boy Who dat one who do dat boy ya knew dat true dat swallow An I be the shhhh Now you got loose bowels I don't O U like two vowels But I like for you to pay me by the hour And I rather be pushin flowers Then to be in the *penn* sharing showers See Tony told us this world was ours And the Bible told us every girl was sour Don't play in her garden and don't smell her flower Call me *mister* Carter or mista lawn mower Boy I got so many girls like I'm Mike Lowry Even Gwen Stefani, said she couldn't doubt me Man life just ain't life without me Hip hop just ain't hip hop Without me
 * Sorbet* him, I mean, shame on him

__Metaphor__

 __Analogy__

__Repetition__

 __Personification__

 __Allusion__

 __Oxymoron__

 __Euphemism__

 __Imagery__

 __Irony__

 __Malapropism__

 __Onomatopoeia__

 __Satire__

 __SImile__

 __Symbol__

__Theme__