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 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    [ 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