Edan - Syllable Practice Lyrics
YeahHow's everybody doin out thereThis is Edan the Humble Magnificientand right about now we're gonna get into this song called Syllable Practiceand what that meansis that I'm not gonna say anything significantYou knowbut it's gonna be battle rhymesand it's gonna sound prettySo listen to this[ VERSE 1 ]The renegade radical, demonstrates battle drillEfficiency and dedication through placementOf syllable swords directly where umbilical cords were chopped whenLittle kids were put up for adoptionTorture the orphan, I'll toss the forster kidWaterlogged monologues and cross your faucetTap water lyricist, receive a rap slaughter hearin thisPerceive the prince where the mirror isExpel tears and sweat to build pyramidsIrrigate, irritated orators excelExtend ornaments to torment your tournamentFortify five midgets in four to five mintuesOrganize clinics that's short of more than five misfitsMystic, I'm the sort of guy with tricksShift with the times until the stars burn outUntil then building with iller syllable workouts[ CHORUS ]Syllable practice is never a chore, never a boreImmature literature litters the floorI figured you for a biggot beforeBut don't be bitter and soreJust spit and record meticulous thoughtsSyllable practice is never a taskClever attacks left competitors waxed, steady get laxSo I fed em a fax, tellin em facts, propellin repetitive tracksAnd feminie raps to the kennel for snacks[ VERSE 2 ]The potent practicioner opens rap listenersBroke the facsimile, focus activitiesFolks collapse, quotes who slap enemiesWho pretend to be essentially assembling assemblanceOf ambiance that's seminal to confidenceI lend it all to consonants that tenderize your counterfeitsThe pendelum is bound to flipYou're tremblin and doubtin ifAdrenaline amounts to dickWhen petty methodists attack your semi-definiteTackle any deficit, rap mentally effortlessBackpeddling pessimist with venomous predicatesBenefit the nemesis with red-cent percentages of sentencesThe anarchist enters the vortex of unexplored textForestep, surgically deconstruct, verbally decomposeListen when the deacon flows, even soSyllables are only half the battleThe river I deliver's metaphoric so you never have to paddle[ CHORUS ]Syllable practice is never a taskClever attacks left competitors waxed, steady get laxSo I fed em a fax, tellin em facts, propellin repetitive tracksAnd feminie raps to the kennel for snacksSyllable practice is never a chore, never a boreImmature literature litters the floorI figured you for a biggot beforeBut don't be bitter and soreJust spit and record meticulous thoughtsAnd I'd like to send this one outto the mastersKool G RapBig Daddy KaneSlick RickKRS-OneRakimand there's several others that are worth mentioningbut for now that's the unofficial Furious 5cause they inspired me to write lyricsAnd I'm out
