Yeah How's everybody doin out there This is Edan the Humble Magnificient And right about now we're gonna get into this song called Syllable Practice And what that means Is that I'm not gonna say anything significant You know But it's gonna be battle rhymes And it's gonna sound pretty So listen to this [ VERSE 1 ] The renegade radical, demonstrates battle drill Efficiency and dedication through placement Of syllable swords directly where umbilical cords were chopped when Little kids were put up for adoption Torture the orphan, I'll toss the forster kid Waterlogged monologues and cross your faucet Tap water lyricist, receive a rap slaughter hearin this Perceive the prince where the mirror is Expel tears and sweat to build pyramids Irrigate, irritated orators excel Extend ornaments to torment your tournament Fortify five midgets in four to five mintues Organize clinics that's short of more than five misfits Mystic, I'm the sort of guy with tricks Shift with the times until the stars burn out Until then building with iller syllable workouts [ Chorus ] Syllable practice is never a chore, never a bore Immature literature litters the floor I figured you for a biggot before But don't be bitter and sore Just spit and record meticulous thoughts Syllable practice is never a task Clever attacks left competitors waxed, steady get lax So I fed em a fax, tellin em facts, propellin repetitive tracks And feminie raps to the kennel for snacks [ VERSE 2 ] The potent practicioner opens rap listeners Broke the facsimile, focus activities Folks collapse, quotes who slap enemies Who pretend to be essentially a**embling a**emblance Of ambiance that's seminal to confidence I lend it all to consonants that tenderize your counterfeits The pendelum is bound to flip You're tremblin and doubtin if Adrenaline amounts to dick When petty methodists attack your semi-definite Tackle any deficit, rap mentally effortless Backpeddling pessimist with venomous predicates Benefit the nemesis with red-cent percentages of sentences The anarchist enters the vortex of unexplored text Forestep, surgically deconstruct, verbally decompose Listen when the deacon flows, even so Syllables are only half the battle The river I deliver's metaphoric so you never have to paddle [ Chorus ] Syllable practice is never a task Clever attacks left competitors waxed, steady get lax So I fed em a fax, tellin em facts, propellin repetitive tracks And feminie raps to the kennel for snacks Syllable practice is never a chore, never a bore Immature literature litters the floor I figured you for a biggot before But don't be bitter and sore Just spit and record meticulous thoughts And I'd like to send this one out To the masters Kool G Rap Big Daddy Kane Slick Rick KRS-One Rakim And there's several others that are worth mentioning But for now that's the unofficial Furious 5 Cause they inspired me to write lyrics And I'm out