the notorious big ten crack commandments lyrics

It's easy to get suckered into the illusion that you're confiding your innermost thoughts with an anonymous Them you'll never actually meet. Seriously, bloggers, always assume that everyone you know, and everyone you might want to know, will read your blog. Or, as MF Doom says, never let your so-called mans know your plans. Number two: Never let 'em know your next move/Don't you know bad boys move in silence or violence. And don't go around bragging about how you've got the 10 best people locked down for your edited anthology of new scholarship on Aquitanian verse, because the 11th guy, the guy you didn't ask, will be waiting out by the dumpsters with a chair leg. If you're a hotshot junior professor with one monograph coming out from Harvard and another under contract at Cambridge, along with 9 major articles and 14 essay-reviews and a teacher-of-the-year award, be cool about it. People want to know what you've been up to, but not if you're doing better than they are. Especially worth remembering at academic meetings. Rule nombre uno: Never let no one know how much dough you hold/Cause you know the cheddar breed jealousy. All hustles obey the same logic, so heed Biggie's words. 'The Ten Crack Commandments' only looks like it's about drug dealing.

All you professors starting out at new institutions (like me) will be getting orientation sessions to show you the academic ropes - procedures on academic misconduct, FERPA guidelines, sexual harassment policies, etc., but you can save some time and just listen to hiphop.

Time for a refresher course in professional deportment - by which I mean 'The Ten Crack Commandments,' by The Notorious B.I.G. We're staring down the barrel of another academic year.

The notorious big ten crack commandments lyrics