Syllable Practice (12" version)

Lyrics

[Intro] Yo, wassup? Oh, E! Yo, whattup, oh sh- Yo, what you been up to, man? Yo, chillin' man, nothin' man Oh, yo, so what's goin' on? Yo, MC's, they suck man, they ain't doin' none of their homework What do you mean man? Yeah, yeah I can feel that Yo, they gotta practice more of their syllables But yo, I'ma show you how I put them shits together Right about now! [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 sure to mortify 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 [Hook] Syllable practice is never a chore, never a bore Immature literature litters the floor I figured you for a bigot 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 feminine raps to the kennel for snacks [Verse 2] The potent practitioner opens rap listeners Broke the facsimile, focus activities Folks collapse, quotes who slap enemies Who pretend to be essentially assembling a semblance Of ambiance that's seminal to confidence I lend it all to consonants that tenderize your counterfeits The pendulum 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 [Hook] 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 feminine 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 [Outro] And this one goes out To all the past masters of lyrical construction And that includes people such as The one and only Kool G Rap Percee P T La Rock Rakim Slick Rick KRS, whoever you are Kool Moe Dee and The Treacherous Three Tragedy, you know, aka Percy Chapman Yo, the list goes on and on and on and on and on So, I'ma end it off like that and right about now I'd to say peace to anybody that loves writing lyrics, aight? Yo, I'm out