Add-2 - 10,000 Hours (30 Hours Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro] So a bunch- a group of really brilliant psychologists in the field of expertise research have sat down and tried to figure out how long do you have to work at something before you become really good. Right? And the answer seems to be, it's an extraordinarily consistent answer in an incredible number of fields and that is you need to have practiced, to have apprenticed for 10,000 hours before you get good... [Verse 1] Spilling my feelings on instrumentals, my mental riddled with little potential Know what you could have been? I could have been with my n***as, grew up a screw up Blew up, moved up, I'm sick can't name a booth that I ain't threw up in I'm sicker, think that a n***a gon' need some Sudafed If they think they gon' play me well tell em suit up then Waiting for them to call me out like starting 5 I'm dead nice, I'm leaving these n***as mortified Sorta reporting, recording live from the borderline My hands counting them digits you know I know the time Battling sin, I master my zen, matter of fact Mind over matter I turn beef back into cattle again Cutting the gra** the snakes don't even rattle me Learning to balance's a talent n***as don't even have it Verbal a**a**in, follow the leader that follow my pa**ion Picture me picking a beat, picking your caskets I'm never budging Like giveaways, come and get it if you really want it I hear them talking, I got verses that could end discussions Uhn ughn, you n***as fronting, rhyming like Desiigner n***as thought they was the future but they really wasn't …funny how the game change See you lost drive, minute that your lane change Shooting for the stars, better steady up your aim, mayne I got far in a city for a n***a who don't gang bang Back at this rap sh**, bomb n***as They been exonerated, naw they not k**ers n***as is not dope, n***as is not dealers My village still a slum but n***as is not Dilla No T3's I had 3 tee's, I buy ten/Baatin from Footlocker The L's I/Elzhi pa**, my friends smoking no glaucoma Keeping the Glock on em, these ki's got locks They acapella the beat meaning they got the drop on 'em Get popped like Pac, these seeds popping like popcorn Pussies get the scrambling like they watching some blocked p**n What do you got for 'em? Feel I'm in top form Cut from a cloth so rare thread would top forums They know that my style greater, dark like Darth Vader They say they sleeping on me? Wake 'em like loud neighbors Raid em like Al Davis, run out like trial basis I'm going in, I'm so outrageous I'm out, out! [Interlude] Yo, yo, I still got a little bit more, hol' up He told me to let it breathe so, aight [Verse 2] What's the price of your soul? What's the price of your soul? What's the price of your life? Worth silver and gold? I see it in your eyes, the stress taking a toll Carrying all these demons has one hell of a hold on a n***a Quicker I get up, bet I deliver Bet I get smarter, bet I get sicker Bet I get better, bet I get realer Better bet on me because I bet I'm bout to get richer They can't run with a n***a Keep up, speed up, see ya, later bye bye I'll leave ya Pulling up a seat and then proceed to put my feet up Finna make a home out the throne that you sitting on Know getting off on any song that I'm getting on Phantom of the opera, mask when they scar ya Watch out for your brothers, ‘member Scar k**ed Mufasa Funny what that jealous breeds see the greed in the air… …but these n***as don't care Tales of my demise was greatly exaggerated …damn you should've waited and you should of weighed the Pros and cons before you say it I hear lines, like a barber I can get you faded My ties tighter than two shoes with new laces They say life a b**h, no life is what you make it You come pa**/compa** I ruler just like a free mason b**h I will cremate ya Turn an author ash let a fiend free base ya Get 'em high, talking aerial height You know I got enough dirt on you to bury you right? You lightweight, don't you know that I carry you right? No threshold, prom night, I can Carrie you right Rhyming out of this world I think I'mma need a spaceship The ghostwriter, ghostriders get they face lit Saying super sayings/Sayains, Gohan going ape sh** This is real rap not that fake sh** n***a