How to Rap

Yeah Yeah Yeah You see rap is a craft But not all artists treat it as such It's also a business You gotta be savvy to be successful in this industry How to rap is deeper than words Let me learn you something Bizzy Listen All I hear is mixtapes, mixtapes, mixtapes Stop selling yaself short my nigga get ya shit straight How much bars and beats are your really willing to give away How much studio sessions and vids are you willing to pay For, check that shit boy If this is what you really live Gotta move, like you really tryna get more End up being stiff, poor, staring at reality Music game is deadly, don't wanna be a casualty Decide if you wanna spit consistently or casually Ready for the math and have the mental capacity Everybody wanna be an artist and I see why Chain is i-c-y, that's played out, fila Figuring the goon talk could pass em like they're g-I Make your own music, young mumble with ya b-I I'm B-I, Z-Z-Y Learn a lesson passed around Craft ya pitch to pass the mound, or end up in the last and found No correction, said it how I ment to say it Most these artist not gon make it, they career is mirror plated Confidence is key, won't open that master lock Gotta learn to pass the rock, tryna make it pass the block Talent doesn't give you guarantees, apparent these Artists of the new age all sounding like some parodies Best pizza comes from the baker, dough, and fire Gotta make ya slice, blood, sweat, tears, cheese, and a lighter, haaaa All I hear is artists out here saying that they got that heat Open flames don't make cake, so put that fire to your feet Focus til you make cupcakes on campfires Real artistry is shown, some artists are dead liars Too busy making up stories, busy doing the telling Not busy doing the crafting, won't end up doing no selling Too busy raising their voice, busy doing the yelling Won't invest in their vocals but invest in their dressing These salads losing their blessings, impressing without progressing Ingesting others that's testing, just pass it thru ya intestines, ewwwww I could care less about who you with Connects is just another person if you not doing shit Always stay true to your dream, not tryna ruin it But it's a big gap between who's in rap and who can spit Call it craft for a reason, learn the ins and outs Or end up in a drought, career might not even last the season This is something that I learned, had to check myself Do it for the love, why not cut my checks myself Behind the scenes, out here tryna make my wealth in stealth Family gotta eat when I'm gone, so it's on Forest gump up in this game, 100,000 miles strong Difference being that I have my goal direction through the storm Gps'n every step until I step into the barn I'm just tryna help my bredren, take this blessing while its warm, but What do I know Good chance no one will listen unless im out here Singing high notes or my vids are going viral Even if you spit things people feeling in their spinal One wrong move could lead you to a downward spiral Everybody wanna be on top, hip hop is gladiators Don't wanna support, the next day they wanna ask for favors Not tryna progress, why the hell you want a navigator Gotta live that now or never, pocket full of now and laters Chewing, hoping when you spit, your fans can get endowed with flavor Doing what you feel will get you moving, steadily pursuing, heavily Until you make your food and say it's ready g Dish it to the masses, pickles onions on a sesame Doing shit effectively, turn cheffing to a specialty Til you see them checks from people begging for the recipe Gotta know how to answer when your fate is calling Can't sell to a market if it isn't starving Can't be feeding t bones to ppl eating garbage So just evaluate your target, artist Hit the booth til the music sound flawless Gawjuss, something that'll make you buy more shit Stay away from yes men, they won't benefit you Rap from self, whether it's fake or something that you been thru Stay active with ya typing or your pen or pencil Teach you how to rap, focus, that'll make it simple