Go Hard or Go Home (Printnificence) Lyrics
| Song | Go Hard or Go Home (Printnificence) |
| Artist | Blueprint |
| Album | Adventures In Counter-Culture [Deluxe Edition] |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Go hard or go home! | Go hard or go home! | Go hard or go | |
| home! | Go hard or go home! | |
| Ok, Around the way, they say that boy cold with the written shit | | |
| So cold man his tongue froze spittin’ it | Everybody wanna know | |
| “is he getting’ it?” | But the only way he know is to live this | |
| shit | Years ago really, who would’ve dreamt of it? | Overseas | |
| doing shows really killin’ it | Young boy dreaming about the car | |
| dealership | A bunch of hoes that want life-long memberships | | |
| This is the realest shit, you gotta feel this shit | Been blessed | |
| all because of the penmanship | Get dressed, do beats with | |
| due diligence | Can’t rest until the whole world hear ‘em spit | | |
| You can hear he put blood, sweat, and tears in this | So every | |
| year you hear ‘em, is the year of Print | It sound mean, but dog | |
| I don’t wanna hear ya shit | My minds a machine, sometimes | |
| you can hear it click | Who got the biggest click? I could give | |
| a shit | I roll so heavy solo you can probably feel my steps | I | |
| test mics but the rhyme’s no experiment | It’s proven through | |
| trial and error plus experience | Rappers in they bag looking for | |
| the biggest trick | But even in the smallest things he can hear | |
| a hit | Isolate the main part where the spirit is | Then magnify | |
| it in size until it’s a hit | I put things in places where they | |
| shouldn’t fit | I put drinks in my body that you shouldn’t mix | | |
| I ride a mountain bike and run through a slew of chicks | It’s | |
| no fucking question if I really do this shit | Bitch, I live where | |
| the yen and yang intersect | My perfect day is to make a beat | |
| then have sex | Then laugh with the fellas and a can of Pabst | | |
| Kissin’ the sky like my man Jimi Hendrix did | Fuck what you’re | |
| interest is, and what got you into this | The rhyme is the only | |
| thing that matter to a lyricist | There’s no way that I can keep | |
| going in like this | Because the good die young like Dilla did | | |
| My progression never ends, so I can never rest | Every rhyme is | |
| like climbing Mount Everest | Every beat is like running up stair | |
| steps | Except I don’t celebrate when I reach the crest | My | |
| entire mind-state is to be the best | Not the hot new trend that | |
| you think is fresh | I don’t care which path is the friendliest | | |
| I’mma take the one that got no trace of human steps | I’mma | |
| tear rap down then rebuild the shit | With total disregard to if | |
| the pieces even fit | Reintroduce it to you with an unfamiliar | |
| twist | Make it feel new to you like fucking a different bitch |
| Go hard or go home! Go hard or go home! Go hard or go | |
| home! Go hard or go home! | |
| Ok, Around the way, they say that boy cold with the written shit | |
| So cold man his tongue froze spittin' it Everybody wanna know | |
| " is he getting' it?" But the only way he know is to live this | |
| shit Years ago really, who would' ve dreamt of it? Overseas | |
| doing shows really killin' it Young boy dreaming about the car | |
| dealership A bunch of hoes that want lifelong memberships | |
| This is the realest shit, you gotta feel this shit Been blessed | |
| all because of the penmanship Get dressed, do beats with | |
| due diligence Can' t rest until the whole world hear ' em spit | |
| You can hear he put blood, sweat, and tears in this So every | |
| year you hear ' em, is the year of Print It sound mean, but dog | |
| I don' t wanna hear ya shit My minds a machine, sometimes | |
| you can hear it click Who got the biggest click? I could give | |
| a shit I roll so heavy solo you can probably feel my steps I | |
| test mics but the rhyme' s no experiment It' s proven through | |
| trial and error plus experience Rappers in they bag looking for | |
| the biggest trick But even in the smallest things he can hear | |
| a hit Isolate the main part where the spirit is Then magnify | |
| it in size until it' s a hit I put things in places where they | |
| shouldn' t fit I put drinks in my body that you shouldn' t mix | |
| I ride a mountain bike and run through a slew of chicks It' s | |
| no fucking question if I really do this shit Bitch, I live where | |
| the yen and yang intersect My perfect day is to make a beat | |
| then have sex Then laugh with the fellas and a can of Pabst | |
| Kissin' the sky like my man Jimi Hendrix did Fuck what you' re | |
| interest is, and what got you into this The rhyme is the only | |
| thing that matter to a lyricist There' s no way that I can keep | |
| going in like this Because the good die young like Dilla did | |
| My progression never ends, so I can never rest Every rhyme is | |
| like climbing Mount Everest Every beat is like running up stair | |
| steps Except I don' t celebrate when I reach the crest My | |
| entire mindstate is to be the best Not the hot new trend that | |
| you think is fresh I don' t care which path is the friendliest | |
| I' mma take the one that got no trace of human steps I' mma | |
| tear rap down then rebuild the shit With total disregard to if | |
| the pieces even fit Reintroduce it to you with an unfamiliar | |
| twist Make it feel new to you like fucking a different bitch |
| Go hard or go home! Go hard or go home! Go hard or go | |
| home! Go hard or go home! | |
| Ok, Around the way, they say that boy cold with the written shit | |
| So cold man his tongue froze spittin' it Everybody wanna know | |
| " is he getting' it?" But the only way he know is to live this | |
| shit Years ago really, who would' ve dreamt of it? Overseas | |
| doing shows really killin' it Young boy dreaming about the car | |
| dealership A bunch of hoes that want lifelong memberships | |
| This is the realest shit, you gotta feel this shit Been blessed | |
| all because of the penmanship Get dressed, do beats with | |
| due diligence Can' t rest until the whole world hear ' em spit | |
| You can hear he put blood, sweat, and tears in this So every | |
| year you hear ' em, is the year of Print It sound mean, but dog | |
| I don' t wanna hear ya shit My minds a machine, sometimes | |
| you can hear it click Who got the biggest click? I could give | |
| a shit I roll so heavy solo you can probably feel my steps I | |
| test mics but the rhyme' s no experiment It' s proven through | |
| trial and error plus experience Rappers in they bag looking for | |
| the biggest trick But even in the smallest things he can hear | |
| a hit Isolate the main part where the spirit is Then magnify | |
| it in size until it' s a hit I put things in places where they | |
| shouldn' t fit I put drinks in my body that you shouldn' t mix | |
| I ride a mountain bike and run through a slew of chicks It' s | |
| no fucking question if I really do this shit Bitch, I live where | |
| the yen and yang intersect My perfect day is to make a beat | |
| then have sex Then laugh with the fellas and a can of Pabst | |
| Kissin' the sky like my man Jimi Hendrix did Fuck what you' re | |
| interest is, and what got you into this The rhyme is the only | |
| thing that matter to a lyricist There' s no way that I can keep | |
| going in like this Because the good die young like Dilla did | |
| My progression never ends, so I can never rest Every rhyme is | |
| like climbing Mount Everest Every beat is like running up stair | |
| steps Except I don' t celebrate when I reach the crest My | |
| entire mindstate is to be the best Not the hot new trend that | |
| you think is fresh I don' t care which path is the friendliest | |
| I' mma take the one that got no trace of human steps I' mma | |
| tear rap down then rebuild the shit With total disregard to if | |
| the pieces even fit Reintroduce it to you with an unfamiliar | |
| twist Make it feel new to you like fucking a different bitch |
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