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You just wanna follow protocol
I'm still stuck on your every last syllable
Every last syllable
Every last syllable

It's become clear this ain't good

To defeat this feeling
But his fine boy look we're too compatible
And the sound of his name is just two syllables

Peter!
Will you be my last bustop
I

syllable)

Should i stay (stay) should i stay (stay)

Hotel room with the lights down low
Friends tell to me to stay but i need to go
Everyone high, just

all pass by
Just can't do it all, yeah
This might be my last try
I hope you see my call, yeah
But I didn't grow up in the ghetto
I prefer to rap in

Georgia with it
Last verse, did you get it? Nah
Never mind, just throw that cash in a duffle
As I'm on my Hollywood shuffle
Eatin' your dollar truffles,

(last syllable carry's into bar after chorus)
Great forest wizards, gather around
Begin the ritual, spells abound
Our methods may be ambiguous
But we

syllables (the world was divided in two parts)
Subliminal, empirical, lyrical criminals
We're stealin' your attention and breakin' your syllables (one land,

I hop on a beat and I kill 'em all
With the syllables- Bitch, I am lyrical
Um too humble but, Nigga- Um cynical
Like ma flows I need me a medical
I

(I AM) 
The Conjoint Actors Spiritual Expression 
On point with acronyms
But that's another lesson

I'm a complex, microtonal sus4 chord
(I AM) Putting

And Ashley's got a brand new nose
We gotta put some new emphasis on our syllables

If the emphasis on the compact disc isn't the beat
Than I'm gon' feature

I walk around my apartment
With a brain full of evidence
That states, last night I relied
Way too much on social lubricants
By the end of a sentence

of the moves that I'm making are messy, but I'm  moving steady
I'm ripping and killing the syllables, murder 'em all like a syllable criminal
And I keep my shit

breaking my heart, you really tore it apart
Four syllables, I don't love you
Break, break, breaking your trust, I guess you needed the lust
Four syllables, I

C2
It's been so long, I might not know what to say
FMA gave me this beat 'n' said get back on your feet 'n' kill it
But I'ma skin it first
Fit

Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Most of my days I spend killing syllables syllables
Start a motherfucking fire with a pencil and a pad
Start a motherfucking riot

So, I noticed
Lot of women think that i be looking at they ass
But I just keep my head low, I'm stuck in a trance
Of
Shit what was I 'boutta say?  Oh

snacks
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

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

Wannabemceez

Mad Lion

KRS-One

1995

and attackin' a pack
And whatever happens after that just happens, fact
Flamboyant and flashy is one point in time when you're not ashy
Focus on the syllable

(Yeah, yeah)
You can hear the syllables when I rap fast (Yeah)
Feeling incredible (Aye, aye), call me Jack Jack (Yeah)
Carry beats, think I need a backpack

no weak shit
I mean freak shit properly
I can feel myself becoming a lyric monopoly
Others will copy me but
Repeat my shit sloppily
Shocking me

and scribble it out
And last but not least stop repeating the same syllable
This ain't a trap beat, we done

Okay good morning students
Please take out your

the air let's get them fists pumping
Move it like your brain don't function
Stupid
Syllables
Moron
Something
I wanna see the whole place jumping
Hands in

The Tugboat Complex, Pt. 3

Aesop Rock

Labor Days

2001

People are made of match sticks, life is but a flame
Note at the craftwork door the last smirk of the the Damien mainframe
My box cost siphon third rail