Mystro - Trade Secrets lyrics

[Mystro] Hahaha, yeah-yeah Hilltop Hoods, Mys' Diggi Down Unda Say it man Yo, check it If I'm not cloud stepping, this underground weapon's Probably somewhere out repping where a hungry crowd's sweating When this thunder mouth steps in, it's a must I sound fresh You're as thick as my dick thinking that I'm not sound checking You know Mys' is on his toes and always lively from the go But believe you'll never see him eating right before the show Because being full up's an uncomfortable feeling Whilst running around stage and tryna crumble your ceiling The same thing goes for being drunk and stuff You see I'd love to but I might cuss too much And I ain't tryna offend, my steps stumble while I rock the house and Puffing and drinking before would just give me cottonmouth And we don't need that like microphone feedback Plus if it ain't a cordless, best to side with a lead tap Before you're seen flat on your face, but if that was the case A real emcee should pull you back in your place [Chorus] You see we got sk**s to prove and we're built to do this So don't be surprised if you feel the music Time after time the crowd remains speechless So for the love of it now we trade secrets And keep coming with sound that shakes speakers And always give it up to the crowd cause they need this And if he does it the same, he ain't a genius Nah man nah, he just listened to Trade Secrets Now say la-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da Coming with the la-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da Come on, come on, la-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da Coming with the la-da-da-da [Pressure] This is the rapper's guide to survival Chapter one, side with the rival Keep your enemies close and bide in your time till It's the night of your title, with your finest recital Get some personal punch lines on 'em, timing is vital Chapter two, the s** and skirts, pack an extra shirt and cologne You ain't gonna bone stinking of sweat and dirt Be sure of one thing before you set to work Your plan of attack, her man has a knack to gets necks to hurt Chapter three, keep a sober mind, after the show is fine Nothing worse than a rapper that doesn't know his rhymes It's cool, we all unfocused at times Just make sure your partner in rhyme knows it in mime Chapter four, know you're worthless for starters son You're only as dope as your worst track, not your hardest one After you're done, pay respect for how far that you've come And you'll be a jack-of-all-trades, I'll be a master of one [Chorus] [Suffa] If you ain't sweating like a pig, work harder, then you ain't doing it right If you f** up, smile like to do it was tight You wanna come through on the mic? Then don't cup it "Keep your hands off it" Damn right, you look like you wanna s** it dude It ain't a dude, it's a mic, it ain't Mike your boyfriend You look like you swallowing pipe Come here and follow my boy if you wanna be tight Cause you don't wannabe a wannabe, you wannabe hype, right? You wanna rock a crew with super hunnies? You better coat that flow in Manuka honey Because man it's super funny to see a super dummy Come bounce around on stage like he's doing bungees Standing up, I've had enough of these jokers when they Think they kick it, they ain't even spoke to Sensei Or learnt the trade secrets, saw the way we get The crowd off their feet and heard the play we get [Chorus] [Mystro] You lot learned a lesson from that man Oi Presh, Suff, Debris, you know we got to go and do the show right? We got to bounce man, come on man Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go! Haha, after the show...