| Yo, listen man, I’m one of the greatest
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| Welcome, one and all, I’m glad you have patience
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| Have a seat, get comfy, open your ears
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| Listen to my words, relax, I’ll end all your fears
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| See for years I’ve been grindin' on the hustle
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| Strugglin' to get on, and divining all my muscle
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| I’m living proof that if you don’t give up, you can make it
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| See I’m almost at that point and that’s the point of my dissertation
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| The motivation of my speech
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| Is to get you to that highest point
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| In your life that you couldn’t reach
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| Throw your shyness out the window, where the wind blow
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| Make some money, stash it when on stage, spit with a passion
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| Be social, respect all aspects of the culture
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| With the graffin', scratching, all b-boy doing a backspin
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| Stop ice grilling, harassing grabbing womens' asses
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| Press on play like a production for TurboGrafx
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| You need advice? |
| (I got it!) pay close attention
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| These are some of the tools and use them with wise discretion
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| I send them off with the youth that love hip-hop
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| A lesson—a light to follow and avoid road blocks
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| Hit up open mics, even poetry shows
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| And perform regardless, even if nobody shows
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| That’s called practice, mostly done by some of the pros
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| And Bill’s presence, organization of breath control (peepin')
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| Don’t get a manager like everybody else
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| Until you get a major deal, do everything yourself
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| Get something like ten songs together, listen to them on replay
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| Pick the three best, and hand them out to college DJs (why?)
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| They love exclusives, get your name out
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| And if somebody think they hotter than you, put they flame out
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| See battles is important, for confidence reasons (uh-huh)
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| You lose some you win some
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| But make sure the prize money’s decent (okay)
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| ‘Cause your money don’t happen till late in the career
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| Free shows pay dues, spread love not fear
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| A&R is trying to gas you, like super unleaded (true)
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| Give gifts instead of cash, a year later you’ll regret it
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| This is a foolproof system, to get your MC on
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| I get a buzz like a bumble bee on, a honey bee farm
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| I started at fifteen and now I’m just gettin' known (damn!)
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| Fifteen years later, when I’m thirty years old
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| Don’t give up, keep your chin up it’ll pay off
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| Just follow the system, the road to riches and stay off
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| The narrow road, when you hear the start, a pistol take off
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| And don’t turn back, I’m giving you what you need to burn tracks
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| And earn that, this is free, no fee needed for this advice
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| Thanks for attending the seminar, God bless and goodnight
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| Thank you, thank you
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| Thank you very much
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| Thank you for coming out
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| You need advice? |
| (I got it!) pay close attention
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| These are some of the tools and use them with wise discretion
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| I send them off with the youth that love hip-hop
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| A lesson—a light to follow and avoid road blocks |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Advice, artist - Snowgoons. Album song Goon Bap, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп