Slowly and steadily mc's are fallin off like leprosy
Instead build immunity and spread insight through community
These fundamentals form the krux of longevity
When melodies are looped and vocals harmonize in unity
Now its 99 and ain't a d**n thing changed
Some seek fame as wealth manipulates the brain
Let me paint this picture your minds the canvas
Many claim their real and later flake like dandruff
Cause 1 out of 10 stick to their words
The other 9 stick to my nikes and get rubbed out on the curb
Let's be real we're paper chasin' for financial backing
But there's a line defined by greed many are passing
Known as crossing over for exposure some embark
Or cars jewels and s**t that won't exist when we depart
Crews don't snooze or eyes become bruised
This goes out to those that slept knew the deal or were confused
Check the blueprint
Clutchin my pen tight strugglin to portray the right depiction
I'm punchin the wall of writers block loathing for recognition
Nowadays your not heard unless your posing an image
With watered down lyrics that appeal to most who listen
Instead I'll water the roots so branches will replenish
Expanding elements that pioneers started building
Hiphop houses so many free loading mc's
I feel there's only a few tenants who've been paying their fees
360 degrees what goes around comes back
I'm smoking mics as I inhale lies and exhale facts
Unfold the blueprints the plans for improvement
Bridging gaps between the mind ball point pen and the clueless
Innovation is useless once you forget the essence
So respect the architect
Pick up your pens and start sketchin
Pick up your pens and start sketching
As I open my slanty eyes to this place called earth
I contemplate how music has lost artistic worth
And I'm shrivled up in my niche like the scrotum when its freezing
With bags under my eyes on account of too much sleeping
Because of these lies in rap that I can't feel
Leaving me dazed with the phrase I keep it real
How many times have you heard this being fed through your ears
I'd rather be fed in the mouth to s**t it out from the rear
Claiming their underground but underwater their wrinkling
And me like water buoys to that level I'm never sinking
Sink your teeth into my words hard enough to be lispin'
Then when finished biting them find your front teeth missing
I see em sippin fine wines in spas to match their image
Gimmicks
I flap my jaws and their squads diminished
I don't mess with glocks but metaphorically in speech
I'd like to pump 'em with more shots than diabetics receive
Then in a better place may they peacefully rest
In hopes that next time the blueprints they'll manifest
Check the blueprint
And check the blueprint