Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Practice, artist - DJ Jazzy Jeff.
Date of issue: 15.02.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Practice |
We just talkin' about practice… |
We sittin' here, I’se supposed to be the franchise player |
And we in here talkin' about practice… |
I mean, listen, we talkin' about practice… |
Not a game, not a game, not a game; |
we talkin' about practice! |
Not a game, not a, not, not the game that I go out there and die for… |
Yo |
I heard those who can’t, teach, well fuck it |
I guess class dismissed, I can’t teach you shit |
I’ve been doin this for years, man, my rep is legit |
It’s like a mic is a cancer-stick, I can’t quit |
But I can kick that measuring stick to |
Let you know real quick whether you can or can’t spit |
And from the sound of it, you on a stage |
Is like a square in a triangle hole: it don’t fit |
I mean, the whole way you tryin to hold the mic |
I ain’t tryin to be a smart aleck, but you sound like a dick |
It shouldn’t be so phallic, you wanna be hard |
But you can’t come correct, I would’ve show you how it’s done |
If you showed some respect, instead what you doin is |
Showin you’re new in this; |
why you pursuin this |
Skill trade and tryin to get paid and laid? |
Before the groupies and the guap, man, the fact is |
It takes practice |
I heard it’s better to be lucky than good |
Well, in my case I guess I’m lucky I’m good |
I heard if not for bad luck, J would have no luck at all |
To which my reply is, «Fuck all of y’all» |
I’ve been passed up, gassed up, bounced around, man |
Thrown off the glass just to see what sticks |
I have yet to score big like Allen Iverson |
Maybe someday J could endorse a pair of kicks |
But for now long as I can afford a pair of kicks |
And a closet to put em in, Ima put em on |
And walk these dogs, get my hustle on |
Break bread for my younguns so they grow up strong |
That’s why the flow grow after each and every show |
And year after year bring song after song |
I heard amateurs keep doin it til they get it right |
But pros do it so much, we can’t get a bone |
I heard some old colloquialism |
Statin that if you love what you do for a livin |
You never work a day in your life—yeah right |
But I know what they mean, some jobs’ll trap you like prison |
But if you hatin me, cuz all you do is process and foul |
Jealous cuz I get to make beats, spin and freestyle |
As if I haven’t had to work in a while |
Like I ain’t sheddin blood, sweat, tears, stomach acid and bile |
Like my workload isn’t unbelievable: |
CEO, COO, accounts payable |
And receivable; |
chief marketeer and manager |
Sales rep, tour van driver, baggage handler |
Shiiit, like I ain’t tryin to outsource and delegate |
How else you think I’ll ever upgrade and elevate? |
But at this point in time, I got two options: |
Get it done right myself or get relegated |
Back to a spot where I do it for fun |
In my spare time—on but wait, I won’t have none |
So don’t come at me bout that get a real jobby job |
We gonna have a problem, see, this ain’t a hobby |
This is practice |