Syllable Practice

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
 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
 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
 The potent practicioner opens rap listeners
 Broke the facsimile, focus activities
 Folks collapse, quotes who slap enemies
 Who pretend to be essentially assembling assemblance
 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
 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