Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Practice , by - DJ Jazzy Jeff. Release date: 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 |