10000 Hours by The Niceguys (Yves) Lyrics
Inspired By Malcolm Gladwell's book The Outliers. Gladwell repeatedly mentions the "10,000-Hour Rule", claiming that the key to success in any field is, to a large extent, a matter of practicing a specific task for a total of around 10,000 hours
Lyrics
{Verse 1}Yves
Wake up, get up, gotta get my reps up
And step up, the effort and TRY not to eff up
And if I do guess what? I get up, forget luck
Could do without liars “Outliers” is the reci-pe for success but
How many willing to sweat for
10,000 hours? not too many nigga fess up
I guess that means the rest of, you losers only meant for, the bench but, I bench what, you MEANT to, REST UP
I understand the pressure, keeps you on the edge of, ya seat and sanity by the ledge Heath Ledger
But how could this depress ya?
Understand I blessed to have the pleasure of being next the military press wrecker
Adrena-line from neck down makes the neck up
Compress rough coal to a treasure, yessir
“I Yves drop jewels none-the-lesser
Had an eye for E to I.F.’s (Internally Flawless)
I.E. The Good Shepherd”
YESSIR
[Chorus]Yves
One zero comma, zero zero zero, hours sound sour but the outcome is sweet yo
Punch in clock out no lunch nigga
Just work straight through no punch nigga
{Verse 2}Yves
Work ethic of a laker (Kobe), Mind of a bull (Mike), poise of a Tiger (Woods)
Mind OVER bull, over matter, over snapper
Im a task over-lapper, (I’d) rather be a mogul over rapper
Nigga “draft up so much hope the open tap’ll
Leak so much potential cup’ll runneth over after
Stay above the bar sip it slow the the sober factor’s” what I need to keep me focused this is just and open chapter
Crying from the crunches feels like an open abdo-men that was then now its cham(pagne) and so much laughter
I’ve been know to advo-cate a rigid regimen divine a specimen fine as Leonardo’s draft of “Vitruvius’s vison”
See “I work my body of work” I Phil Knight the quill twice the drills
“Life is ill” I mimic that quite the skilled actor
“Role the reel, Id like to feel I captured this role, forreal”
[Chorus]Yves
One zero comma, zero zero zero, hours sound sour but the outcome is sweet yo
Punch in clock out no lunch nigga
Just work straight through no punch nigga
{Verse 3}Yves
10,000 hours equals 417 showers, roughly, ruffle these feathers?, nah, that’s why the rough lead coward
What happens when love leaves and showers cover one’s cheek?
Devoured by your one speed, seven days without her makes one “weak”
But nothing speaks louder, than rolling up one’s sleeves and “grinding” with or without her
To the point ya career’s a “fine powder” she’s present in ya mind…
Until you learn how to, be about her, be a spouse of, sorts
A tower of certainty not her doubts one source
But how can I commit, a 1000 percent to this album when the outcome is a “pound” of resent-ment
Limited time and the amount that we spent was drowned in our tears, our fights and our peers 2 cents
Leave the blame for “8 ounces here”
Pick up the “other 8” if you wish, IM OUT DEAR, YEAH
Lyrics
{Verse 1}Yves
Wake up, get up, gotta get my reps up
And step up, the effort and TRY not to eff up
And if I do guess what? I get up, forget luck
Could do without liars “Outliers” is the reci-pe for success but
How many willing to sweat for
10,000 hours? not too many nigga fess up
I guess that means the rest of, you losers only meant for, the bench but, I bench what, you MEANT to, REST UP
I understand the pressure, keeps you on the edge of, ya seat and sanity by the ledge Heath Ledger
But how could this depress ya?
Understand I blessed to have the pleasure of being next the military press wrecker
Adrena-line from neck down makes the neck up
Compress rough coal to a treasure, yessir
“I Yves drop jewels none-the-lesser
Had an eye for E to I.F.’s (Internally Flawless)
I.E. The Good Shepherd”
YESSIR
[Chorus]Yves
One zero comma, zero zero zero, hours sound sour but the outcome is sweet yo
Punch in clock out no lunch nigga
Just work straight through no punch nigga
{Verse 2}Yves
Work ethic of a laker (Kobe), Mind of a bull (Mike), poise of a Tiger (Woods)
Mind OVER bull, over matter, over snapper
Im a task over-lapper, (I’d) rather be a mogul over rapper
Nigga “draft up so much hope the open tap’ll
Leak so much potential cup’ll runneth over after
Stay above the bar sip it slow the the sober factor’s” what I need to keep me focused this is just and open chapter
Crying from the crunches feels like an open abdo-men that was then now its cham(pagne) and so much laughter
I’ve been know to advo-cate a rigid regimen divine a specimen fine as Leonardo’s draft of “Vitruvius’s vison”
See “I work my body of work” I Phil Knight the quill twice the drills
“Life is ill” I mimic that quite the skilled actor
“Role the reel, Id like to feel I captured this role, forreal”
[Chorus]Yves
One zero comma, zero zero zero, hours sound sour but the outcome is sweet yo
Punch in clock out no lunch nigga
Just work straight through no punch nigga
{Verse 3}Yves
10,000 hours equals 417 showers, roughly, ruffle these feathers?, nah, that’s why the rough lead coward
What happens when love leaves and showers cover one’s cheek?
Devoured by your one speed, seven days without her makes one “weak”
But nothing speaks louder, than rolling up one’s sleeves and “grinding” with or without her
To the point ya career’s a “fine powder” she’s present in ya mind…
Until you learn how to, be about her, be a spouse of, sorts
A tower of certainty not her doubts one source
But how can I commit, a 1000 percent to this album when the outcome is a “pound” of resent-ment
Limited time and the amount that we spent was drowned in our tears, our fights and our peers 2 cents
Leave the blame for “8 ounces here”
Pick up the “other 8” if you wish, IM OUT DEAR, YEAH