This is a song about "Syllables"

You'll never think it's typical in the syllables,

How they got these niggas on the tv selling miracles

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Spell checking multi syllables, but can't form a contraction, it's they're,

Criminal mind, subliminal syllables riddle your mind

Insightfully write that right so keep your parasites paralyzed

Fuck the multies and extra syllables, cause i got my own flow

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window

What are you doing, learning to count syllables?

See, all my life i was raised by a lot of criminals

#infinite syllables breathing the life into these cold hearted melodies

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

Syllables, skill-a-holic (kill 'em all with)

With some lesbians that don't know english

But then i got even more complex with the lyrical syllables

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols