About Practice Words

If somebody were to ask me what Practice Words was about, I’d tell them that it’s one of those “I’ll kill you “lyrically”” tracks 🙂 There doesn’t seem to be a lot of artists making those types of songs anymore. As usual with DaEvolution tracks, the lyrics for this are pretty old.  It started as a 32 bar, unbroken string of lines. I figured that’s two verses so the chorus was written right then and there before I started recording. I wanted to add a third verse, but since the lyrics of the first two verses fit so well, I decided to leave it as is.

Recording: This song was recorded with an M-Audio Nova microphone through a ART Tube MP Studio V3 pre-amp. My audio interface (sound card) is an M-Audio Audiophile 2496. The vocals were recorded at SB Studios (my room:)) in the middle of it with all the windows closed :)) My DAW is Adobe Audtion and I used a couple of VST’s for general effects.

The beat is called “On Fire” and was produced by Big B from Manchester UK in collaboration with Mr Smiff. The sound of it reminded me of the type of music we used to make back in days at the Dungeon.

Practice Words Lyrics

Here’s a message for your boy you should tell him to watch his words
Cause he talking and he rapping and acting like he ain’t herb
This is Silence and I’m back cause I couldn’t believe I heard
That these niggas think they spitting but really they just absurd

I spit with such precision like needles to epiderm
Acupuncture you with lyrics disable a vital nerve
Meticulous incisions like surgeons I’m unperturbed
– Lyrically I’m shitting on niggas like flying birds

It’s like seeing moving pictures all this action in my verbs
Metaphors deeper than scripture more angles than curbs
I’m a demon from the land lost where no one returns
Leave ya ass like damn corpse or ash in the urn, word

This the purge y’all get lyrically burned
You kids don’t understand it’s hot till you touch it and learn
I am everything you’re not I leave you niggas disturbed
I state word to my pops like I’m Jesus returned

Fuck what you think, fuck what you heard
This is just practice, these are just words
I’m warming up, feeling superb
Let’s get it started I, think it’s my turn

Fuck what you think, fuck what you heard
This is just practice, these are just words
I’m warming up, feeling superb
Let’s get it started I, think it’s my turn

I’m sicker than that virus that renders niggas infirmed
I’m a cause for concern like awaiting the judges terms
Like catalysts I bring change and unexpected turns
Like calculus I hit you head hard and spread like germs

Like atlas with the world on my shoulders I stand firm
Make cake and get dough with the butter my brain churns
A lot of niggas have been anxiously waiting on my return
I just kept telling them be patient the savior has now emerged

Stampeding y’all with bars like a moving buffalo herd
Y’all can not see me at most maybe you’ll catch a blur
Cause I’m high speeding like horse driven on by the spurs
Till I stop breathing or start bleeding I’m not concerned

I overheard niggas say I’m the best and I concur
Wipe the blade on your chest once I split you with sharp verse
The nerve of these niggas to say that it don’t burn
When I spit the flames hotter than lava and star births

Fuck what you think, fuck what you heard
This is just practice, these are just words
I’m warming up, feeling superb
Let’s get it started I, think it’s my turn

Fuck what you think, fuck what you heard
This is just practice, these are just words
I’m warming up, feeling superb
Let’s get it started I, think it’s my turn

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