Adam WarRock - Advice To Young Rappers lyrics

["Nas Is Like" Sample] (freedom or jail, clips inserted A baby's being born, same time a man is murdered The beginning and end, as far as rap go it's only natural I explain my plateau and also what defines my name) [Verse: Adam WarRock] What's up, little man? thanks for coming out Let me shake your hand, let's chop it up for a second Here you stand, to the side of the merch Cause each person here deserves their own experience Plus, I gotta pay bills first So you wanna be the illest? Wanna be the realest? Wanna rock the stages like me and my compatriots? It's easy. First, go home and write your a** off Say that sh** aloud, do it in public No matter how much they laugh at you No matter how much they pa** on you Cause these days no one loves rap 'cept other rappers dude They're all critics, freestyle and battle misfits Trust me: people wanna hear musicianship and lyrics And when I say 'lyrics' I don't mean Lyrically lyrical or false conscious-spiritual That sh** is played out (yeah) Speak from the heart if it's a part of you And say it loud, even if it's geek-nerd sh**, I say it proud Start from what you love and build a foundation Full-time creative means you never get a vacation Every day: wake up and network, write sh**, record Take a nap, repeat it once more then go to sleep Cause that sh** on the road is gonna be hard, I know Crashing on floors, people partying up 'til four When the next day, you gotta hit the road again Driving eleven hours from Cali to Oregon, I know it man But no matter how sick or how tired, you rock the mic You do it like your life depended on it, because it kinda does You may have done those songs a million times But to those people standing in the crowd This is a newfound kind of love Trust me: you're gonna hate your album You're gonna hate some shows You're gonna hate some of your fans You're gonna hate the road You're gonna deal with promoters who don't care And bad sound systems with sound men who aren't there You don't get to complain You get a chance to change one person's life For a split second and ease the pain You shake some hands and give a hug to those there Go home tired, inspired and where you sleep you don't care That's when the hardest part is You sit and wait for the spark to hit And maybe release it upon the free market Many people try, many people fail Music ruins lives, I've heard too many tales Someone's always gonna be better Someone's always gonna be worse Try to keep your head up, and be encouraging first And don't be h*mophobic or misogynistic when you rhyme Hip-hop's already been doing the time for those before Just try to add something to the world and Do it from the heart and understand It's hard to be a musician, man Take a second, call your mom and let her know you love her Cause most people are shady, you're soon to discover This is a privilege, it takes a village So find others that you can depend on and start building If it doesn't work, well keep creating Do what you love, life is too short, so keep making And if you get to be a legend, or get to be a peer Maybe one day I'll see you, standing up there I hope you do it the right way and make it happen And never take advice from another rapper and I'm out It's nice to meet ya, yeah