Syntax
N'to Lyrics


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Here's the syntax
Vocational criminals move ten stacks
Above pictures of my great grandmother held by tin tacks
Been tax, been taxed, miss minimal brim smacks
Piss venom and gift gem n' them pen pads
It's so I can spell it for you love
It's for the tension in the torso, for the dust cents in the dubs
For the bus barcode and the cargo in the the cut
For where the car going we getting money, money what up
I'm shaking off the doozies because nothing forsaken
I quit shaking fucker's hands because nothing is sacred
I play the box shaven, stash the cash in the fox basement
Pacing back and forth, 4th favor's amazement
Asking for handouts, hand out of my pants
Pandemics, damned gambits, Palmolive in pans
I'm cooking, manifesting plans, for when my mans in a jam
You Uncle Sam, I tax your stan for a gram, because I can
Switch it up. Dark chocolate peanut butter cups, ate from her A cup
Sea salt caramels be her favorite
This for Dayshawn's shape up
Day-Day, one day I'll see you again
So keep it straight up. You're my brother
I pitched flowers for a means for my mothers
Piece pawn's ponzi schemes because karma's a bitch in Palms Springs
Alarm was set so closed to dreams
I slept walked through college, polished dollars
Oliver twisted scholars and fiends
Olives in a bowl of olive oil pressed by machines
I wrote this all on a wooden stool as fucking king
Between 37th street and shards of sharp cheese
I made a martyr believe in a cat they can not be
Here's the syntax, vocational criminals move ten stacks
Above pictures of my great grandmother held by tin tacks
Reinterpret allegories with a pre-roll
Keys open doors -ear hustlin' in the peephole
I never seen hope - just know what the dream know
Made a couple fiends from gringos off the singles
Life speed moving at the sound of the zero's
I do the 1- binary inside the steeple
My mind burying my ego
Gotta coincide with the demons while I'm watering my people
I'm bout growth through the weeds role
Strong as the trunk of the trees-in the tree smoke
Yall gotta married to the game but you eloped
I'm ten toes-movin' through the sequence and achieve goals
Everything's a system if you see codes
I'ma make it glitch until I reach gold
This world will press you if you didn't know
Pressurized I became a diamond when it took a toll
Play with your life the dice shook and roll
Reapers at your back door - negus with that pole
This is God in the movement of man you too slow
Here's the syntax, vocational criminals move ten stacks
Above pictures of my great grandmother held by tin tacks




Here's the syntax, vocational criminals move ten stacks
Above pictures of my great grandmother held by tin tacks

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of N'to's song "Syntax" explore themes of struggle and survival, with a focus on the realities of life as a vocational criminal. The use of specific imagery, such as "tin tacks" holding up a picture of the artist's great grandmother, helps to ground the song in a particular time and place, while also invoking a sense of nostalgia and longing for simpler times. The repetition of phrases such as "been tax, been taxed" adds a sense of weariness and frustration to the lyrics, emphasizing the difficulties of the artist's life and the sacrifices he has had to make to survive.


The song also touches on themes of hope and resilience, with the artist expressing a determination to overcome his struggles and succeed. The use of metaphors and wordplay throughout the song adds a layer of complexity and depth to the lyrics, inviting listeners to engage with and interpret the meaning behind the words.


Overall, "Syntax" is a powerful and thought-provoking song that offers a glimpse into the reality of life on the margins, while also celebrating the strength and perseverance of those who struggle to survive.


Line by Line Meaning

Here's the syntax
This is the structure or pattern of what follows


Vocational criminals move ten stacks
People with specific careers who break the law are moving large sums of money


Above pictures of my great grandmother held by tin tacks
The stacks of money are positioned above photos of a relative held up by small nails


Been tax, been taxed, miss minimal brim smacks
Money has been subject to taxes and fees, and small amounts have been taken away


Piss venom and gift gem n' them pen pads
Writing with aggressive and creative energy


It's so I can spell it for you love
I'm doing this so I can clearly communicate my thoughts to you


It's for the tension in the torso, for the dust cents in the dubs
The writing is meant to evoke emotions and reactions in the body and to capture small amounts of money


For the bus barcode and cargo in the cut
Money is being generated through transportation and hidden away


For where the car going we getting money, money what up
Money is being made through travel and commerce


I'm shaking off the doozies because nothing forsaken
I'm waking up and becoming more alert because I value everything


I quit shaking fucker's hands because nothing is sacred
I've stopped engaging in false gestures of respect because trust is hard to come by


I play the box shaven, stash the cash in the fox basement
I'm keeping a low profile and keeping money hidden away


Pacing back and forth, 4th favor's amazement
I'm highly anticipating a fourth favor that will be amazing


Asking for handouts, hand out of my pants
I'm refusing to rely on others for financial support, keep my hand on my money


Pandemics, damned gambits, Palmolive in pans
I'm dealing with widespread illnesses and risky schemes, but still doing daily chores with basic products


I'm cooking, manifesting plans, for when my mans in a jam
I'm planning and preparing for tough times and helping my friends out


You Uncle Sam, I tax your stan for a gram, because I can
I'm taking advantage of government systems and making money through small transactions


Switch it up. Dark chocolate peanut butter cups, ate from her A cup
Changing the topic to a sensual experience with a woman


Sea salt caramels be her favorite
She prefers a sweet and salty treat


This for Dayshawn's shape up
This is a tribute or homage to Dayshawn's appearance


Day-Day, one day I'll see you again
Addressing someone named Day-Day that they will be reunited in the future


So keep it straight up. You're my brother
Stay true, you're a close friend


I pitched flowers for a means for my mothers
I made money by selling flowers, which supported my mother


Piece pawn's ponzi schemes because karma's a bitch in Palms Springs
Avoid illegal financial schemes because they will have negative consequences


Alarm was set so closed to dreams
I was so close to success that it was like waking up from a dream


I slept walked through college, polished dollars
I progressed through college as if I were half awake and improved my finances


Oliver twisted scholars and fiends
Referring to the novel Oliver Twist, dealing with smart and depraved people


Olives in a bowl of olive oil pressed by machines
Olives being used to make oil through automated processes


I wrote this all on a wooden stool as fucking king
I wrote this with confidence and control, while sitting on a humble stool


Between 37th street and shards of sharp cheese
Writing in a space between urban streets and traditional food


I made a martyr believe in a cat they can not be
I convinced someone to believe in a person who was untrustworthy and not worth believing in


Reinterpret allegories with a pre-roll
Viewing stories and symbols in a different way, while smoking marijuana


Keys open doors -ear hustlin' in the peephole
Accessing new opportunities, while listening in on others' conversations


I never seen hope - just know what the dream know
I've never personally witnessed hope, but I understand the concept through imagination


Made a couple fiends from gringos off the singles
Created some loyal fans from foreigners using inexpensive money


Life speed moving at the sound of the zero's
Life is moving very fast, in sync with the rhythm of numbers


I do the 1- binary inside the steeple
I use the number one and binary system in a religious building


My mind burying my ego
I'm prioritizing my thoughts over my sense of self-importance


Gotta coincide with the demons while I'm watering my people
I need to balance inner demons while supporting others


I'm bout growth through the weeds role
I'm focused on personal growth even in difficult circumstances


Strong as the trunk of the trees-in the tree smoke
I'm as durable and grounded as the branches of a burning tree


Yall gotta married to the game but you eloped
Others have become too invested in the game, but without proper commitment


I'm ten toes-movin' through the sequence and achieve goals
I'm fully committed and making progress towards my objectives


Everything's a system if you see codes
Every aspect of life is a structured process or pattern


I'ma make it glitch until I reach gold
I'll disrupt the system until I reach my ultimate objective


This world will press you if you didn't know
The world will push you down if you're not aware or prepared


Pressurized I became a diamond when it took a toll
Under pressure, I became stronger and more valuable like a diamond


Play with your life the dice shook and roll
Taking risks with your life can have unpredictable and dangerous consequences


Reapers at your back door - negus with that pole
Death is looming and there may be dangerous individuals with weapons


This is God in the movement of man you too slow
This is divine intervention in human progress, and you need to move faster


Here's the syntax, vocational criminals move ten stacks
This is the structure of the song, involving illegal activities and large sums of money


Above pictures of my great grandmother held by tin tacks
The stacks of money are positioned above photos of a relative held up by small nails


Here's the syntax, vocational criminals move ten stacks
This is the structure of the song, involving illegal activities and large sums of money


Above pictures of my great grandmother held by tin tacks
The stacks of money are positioned above photos of a relative held up by small nails




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Written by: Adam Haug, Adrian Madlock, Brenton Gomez

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