J-Live
Practice (Spaghetti Bender Mix)
[Intro]
Uh, yea
Yo, one, two
Turn me up
Oh wait, that's my job
Thank you, no doubt I got you
Word up, yo
[Verse 1: J-Live]
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