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Slowly and steadily MC's are fallin off like leprosy |
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Instead build immunity and spread insight through community |
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These fundamentals, form the krux of longevity |
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When melodies are looped and vocals harmonize in unity |
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Now its 99 and aint a damn thing changed |
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Some seek fame as wealth manipulates the brain |
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Let me, paint this picture, your minds the canvas |
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Many claim their real and later flake like dandruff |
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Cause 1 out of 10 stick to their words |
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The other 9 stick to my nikes and get rubbed out on the curb |
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Lets be real, we're paper chasin' for financial backing |
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But theres a thin line defined by need and greed many are passing |
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Known as crossing over for exposure some embark |
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Or cars,jewels and shit that wont exist when we depart |
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Crews, don't snooze, or eyes become bruised |
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This goes out to those that slept knew the deal or were confused.. |
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Check the blueprint.. |
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[Chorus] |
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So MC's, take it back to lyricism |
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Producers, pour out your heart into the rhythm |
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DJ's pay bills develop skills |
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And respect the architecht as we begin to build |
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And check the blueprint, to keep the culture alive |
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And check the blueprint so as an artist you can survive |
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And check the blueprint I speak these words without frills.. |
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[scratch] |
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So respect the architect as we begin to build |
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Clutchin my pen tight strugglin to portray the right depiction |
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I'm punchin the wall of writers block, loathing for recognition |
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Nowadays your not heard, unless your posing an image |
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With watered down lyrics that appeal to most who listen |
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Instead i'll water the roots so branches will replenish |
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Expanding elements that pioneers started building |
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Hiphop houses, so many free loading MC's |
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I feel theres only a few tenants who've been paying their fees |
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360 degrees what goes around comes back |
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I'm smoking mics as I inhale lies and exhale facts |
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Unfold the blueprints, the plans for improvement |
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Bridging gaps between the mind, ball point pen and the clueless |
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Innovation is useless once you forget the essence |
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So respect the architect. pick up your pens and start sketchin |
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Pick up your pens and start sketching.. |
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[Chorus] |
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So MC's, take it back to lyricism |
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Producers, pour out your heart into the rhythm |
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DJ's pay bills develop skills |
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And respect the architecht as we begin to build |
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And check the blueprint, to keep the culture alive |
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And check the blueprint so as an artist you can survive |
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And check the blueprint I speak these words without frills |
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[scratch] |
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So respect the architect as we begin to build |
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As I open my slanty eyes to this place called earth |
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I contemplate how music has lost artistic worth |
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And I'm shrivled up in my niche like the scrotum when its freezing |
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With bags under my eyes on account of too much sleeping |
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Because of these lies in rap that I can't feel |
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Leaving me dazed with the phrase "i keep it real" |
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How many times have you heard this being fed through your ears |
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I'd rather be fed in the mouth, to shit it out from the rear |
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Claiming their underground but underwater their wrinkling |
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And me like water buoys to that level I'm never sinking |
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Sink your teeth into my words hard enough to be lispin' |
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Then when finished biting them, find your front teeth missing |
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I see em sippin fine wines in spas, to match their image |
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Gimmicks.. I flap my jaws and their squads diminished |
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I don't mess with glocks but metaphorically in speech |
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I'd like to pump em' with more shots than diabetics receive |
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Then in a better place may they peacefully rest |
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In hopes that next time the blueprints they'll manifest |
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Check the blueprint... |
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[chorus] |
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So MC's, take it back to lyricism |
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Producers, pour out your heart into the rhythm |
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DJ's pay bills develop skills |
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And respect the architecht as we begin to build |
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And check the blueprint, to keep the culture alive |
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And check the blueprint so as an artist you can survive |
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And check the blueprint I speak these words without frills |
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[scratch] |
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So respect the architect as we begin to build |