Smart Went Crazy

Step one pick a topic, stick to it and lock on to it. Don’t get thrown off task cause some might ask; what the fuck are you talking about? And if it don’t make scene people will start to doubt. Not everyone can speak with a beat, but thoughts who do overcome the idea of defeat. To some that’s what they got to do to eat. Step two, be creative, be original, native to your style, make your moments of speech worthwhile and don’t bore your audience, remember your in your city and not the Canadian providence, unless that’s where you spit, don’t’ give in, don’t throw a fit. Trust me you’re going to fuck up; what did you think Marshall was perfect? Don’t worry about money because that’s just disrespect, not to people but the art form. Weather you can freestyle or write pieces in your dome, a beat is a beat and a rhyme is a rhyme, but you don’t have to rhyme all the time. If you’re dedicated to poetry like me you can talk about anything.

Step three, don’t get lazy, stay fresh and sharp, and experiment with instrumentals, even if the beat comes from a harp. Don’t let image consume you, if I wanted something to view I’ll just go to my local zoo. The game will be unfair and treat you like a gimmick, take some time to breathe and go on a picnic.

Step four, remember to shut your windows and lock your door, the forth branch wants to make you out to look like a monster. Exposing everything you do from swimming in your pool to losing your cool. Keep your cool; don’t blow your lid, for you’re the main source of this power grid. Without you the next cat doesn’t have anyone to top, and if he doesn’t have someone to top he’s just a prop. Props are just sell outs on hip-hop, like 50 cent and T.I, so fuck those guys.

Step five, learn how to stay alive and fight, you competition will try to make you look like a toy, like a lil boy with no style, don’t give them the pleasure of dissing on you, show them that your true and that you have something to prove, some will want to battle, but get them to be cattle, get them to be just a produce with no talent, prove to people that Mr. cool is nothing but a fool slacking off in school.

Step six, attempt a mix, songs are chill but mixes steal the spot light, make sure it’s just right and even if it’s not, let it rot with all your other garbage, show that your just average and that you fall on your face sometimes, hundred dollar bills will kill, but a hundred pennies will save you. Remember that fine line between fame and exposure, let only friends help with composure. Remember the thin line that separates a rhyme from a rap; remember not to take a nap because when you wake everything you have people want to take. Don’t give in or give you, this game is talent not luck.