My Advice - Snowgoons, Pumpkinhead

Yo, listen man, I’m one of the greatest

Welcome, one and all, I’m glad you have patience

Have a seat, get comfy, open your ears

Listen to my words, relax, I’ll end all your fears

See for years I’ve been grindin' on the hustle

Strugglin' to get on, and divining all my muscle

I’m living proof that if you don’t give up, you can make it

See I’m almost at that point and that’s the point of my dissertation

The motivation of my speech

Is to get you to that highest point

In your life that you couldn’t reach

Throw your shyness out the window, where the wind blow

Make some money, stash it when on stage, spit with a passion

Be social, respect all aspects of the culture

With the graffin', scratching, all b-boy doing a backspin

Stop ice grilling, harassing grabbing womens' asses

Press on play like a production for TurboGrafx

You need advice?

(I got it!) pay close attention

These are some of the tools and use them with wise discretion

I send them off with the youth that love hip-hop

A lesson—a light to follow and avoid road blocks

Hit up open mics, even poetry shows

And perform regardless, even if nobody shows

That’s called practice, mostly done by some of the pros

And Bill’s presence, organization of breath control (peepin')

Don’t get a manager like everybody else

Until you get a major deal, do everything yourself

Get something like ten songs together, listen to them on replay

Pick the three best, and hand them out to college DJs (why?)

They love exclusives, get your name out

And if somebody think they hotter than you, put they flame out

See battles is important, for confidence reasons (uh-huh)

You lose some you win some

But make sure the prize money’s decent (okay)

‘Cause your money don’t happen till late in the career

Free shows pay dues, spread love not fear

A&R is trying to gas you, like super unleaded (true)

Give gifts instead of cash, a year later you’ll regret it

This is a foolproof system, to get your MC on

I get a buzz like a bumble bee on, a honey bee farm

I started at fifteen and now I’m just gettin' known (damn!)

Fifteen years later, when I’m thirty years old

Don’t give up, keep your chin up it’ll pay off

Just follow the system, the road to riches and stay off

The narrow road, when you hear the start, a pistol take off

And don’t turn back, I’m giving you what you need to burn tracks

And earn that, this is free, no fee needed for this advice

Thanks for attending the seminar, God bless and goodnight

Thank you, thank you

Thank you very much

Thank you for coming out

You need advice?

(I got it!) pay close attention

These are some of the tools and use them with wise discretion

I send them off with the youth that love hip-hop

A lesson—a light to follow and avoid road blocks