10 Clash Commanments

It's the ten clash commandments, what?
Nigga can't tell me nothing about this splice
Can't tell me nothing about split tracks, these artist, my biltmore' niggas Niggas on the corner I ain't forget you niggas
I've been arouind this clash shit for years, it made me a animal
There's rules to this shit, I wrote me a manual
A step-by-step booklet for you to get
Your game on track, not your wig pushed back

Rule Nombre Uno: never let no one promoter know
How much dough you hold,
thousand dollar popcaawn will breed jealousy 'specially
If that promotions fucked up


Number 2: Never let 'em know what you gon voice next, you know real sound killers move in silenceTake it from your hecklers highness I done shot mad boos also a few claps when wen tunes get played back


Number 3: never ever trust a terry linen dub link
he’ll set ya up get ya gassed up, Your new beres as yu get it be mad fucked up.


Number 4: I know you heard this before
"Never go fly till yu get all the pie"


Number 5: Never play no big dubs at none a these block parties I don't care if they want gritty or the old d brown!"


Number 6: Give a promoter credit nigga yu betta dead it
You think that niggas paying you back, you can forget it!


7: This rule is so underrated
Keep your frens and ur dubbox completely separated
Dubs and niggas just don't mix its like weed wid no grabba
Find yourself in some fucked up shit


Number 8: If you aint booked leave your lap top at home


Number 9 shoulda been Number 1 to me:
If you ain't gettin' booked stay off the live stream
listening niggas dubs in yu kitchen and sitting there dry snitching


Number 10: A strong word called "consignment"
is only veteran soundman, not for freshmen
If you ain't got the fans, tell the promoter "hell no!"
Cause they gon keep the clash and then watch the door sleet hail snow


Follow these rules you'll have mad dance to ramm up
If not, empty dances and a tin cup