I walk ahead alone
you tell me not to go so fast
but i am slower than you think
i am as careful as your touch
when you want me to relax
i am as serious as your looks
when you want me to believe
i sneak around the corner
with a blueprint of my lover
with a blueprint of my life
i would better run for cover
i sneak around the corner
with a blueprint my lover
with a blueprint of my life
i would better run for cover, yeah!
I walk ahead alone
you tell me never ever leave me
but i am already gone
i am further than the wall
you have built around your future
you said that i'm higher than the tower
you climb in a suicidal mood
here is a blueprint of your past
here is a blueprint of your destiny
that all there is of you
and that's all there is of me, yeah!
i sneak around the corner
with a blueprint of my lover
with a blueprint of my life
i would better run for cover
i sneak around the corner
with a blueprint of my lover
with a blueprint of my life
i would better run for cover
i sneak around the corner
with a blueprint of my lover, yeah!
blueprint of my life
i would better run, run, run, run, run, yeah!
i sneak around the corner
with a blueprint of my lover
with a blueprint of my life
Excursions through the inner mind's eye
Now morning's sun is dawning
Moon blue indigo
Blueprint
I spied the blueprint
Children run come follow
As swallows surf the skies
Past tense of the intent
Blueprint
I spied the blueprint
Blueprint
I spied the blueprint
Blueprint
I spied the blueprint
Basement contemplation
Rotation fourty five
Archive excavation
From vinyl's dusted groove
Blueprint
I spied the blueprint
Blueprint
I am religion
I am society
I am love
I am ethics
I am greed
I am earth. I am your growth.
I am fire. I am your warmth.
I am air. I am your breath.
I am water. I am your birth.
You saw me standing there,
Wide awake and ready to let go
You thought reality was,
At your feet but now the world will know
Can't seem to compromise,
The time you've spent has set you far behind
You're lacking judgment now
And I've had enough and now you're out of line
Take my hand,
And never let it go
Running from the truth,
Won't get you very far
The wrong you've done, the price you'll pay
I hope you figure this out someday
So tell me now, I don't know how
To say it any other way
You can't go on
(knowing this is not the truth)
You can't stay strong
You saw me standing there,
Pacing back and forth without regret
I'm losing sleep tonight,
For all those things I'm trying to forget
My patience running low
It's hard to keep my mind on what I need
I'm getting closer to the,
Things I had intended to receive
I know that, you're sorry,
[Blueprint]
Yo, where's your girlfriend at?
She was lookin tight the other day
Tryin to hit that
Bring her over, I need to holla at her
[Chorus: x2]
Where's your girlfriend at? Take her back to my house
Sit her down on the couch..
[Blueprint]
Ha, Printmatic will drop, heavyweight stop any featherweight
You better not hesitate too long or meditate
My new song will demonstrate I'm too strong to ever make
a costly mistake, I'm sharp as a switchblade
With artistry displayed, you awfully bitch-made and heartless
Yellow belly, scared of the darkness
My melody sparks this, you better be cautious
I'm heavenly, with the pedigree of a marksmen
Ask anybody, crashin ya party, smashin ya hobby into dust
You better build your shields instead of parlayin with us
I'm comin out on top you lookin tired in the clutch
And any groupie who was into you is gettin touched
But enough of that, back to the rugged rap
Motherfucker clack, where's your girl at? (Back to the rugged rap)
(Motherfucker clack, where's your girl at, girl at?)
Where's your girl at?
[Chorus]
[Blueprint]
Yeah... I'm not a gentleman, I just dress like one
Foghorn Leghorn comin after your hen
While she daydreamin I stay schemin
Takin money out her change purse if she got it to spend
I only take the 5's and 1's
I'm nice enough to let her keep the 20's and 10's
Then I, hit the block with it, or buy stock with it
Play dice, crap out and laugh with my friends
Add me to any beat you got a banger
Add me to any mic and it's a magical blend
I came in this rap game with one goal
Be the baddest motherfucker with a pad and a pen
I might not bag a dimepiece in my life
But as long as two 5's still add up to 10
Then I got options every Friday night
And a team of mediocre broads grabbin my dick
[Blueprint]
Yeah
Yeahhhhh, hahahahaha (Tramp!)
Some ol' 88 (Tramp!)
Ahh (Tramp!)
Can't fuck with that (Tramp!)
Ah-hah, I shoulda knew you was a (Tramp!)
I never shoulda fooled with you
I saw you walkin down the block, THEN, you was new
And too fly for you to not have a dude wit'chu
I made a bet with the fellas I'm scoopin you (Tramp!)
Got the number, now I'm thinkin I'm the smoothest dude
Like I'm super smooth, I was a stupid dude
I took you on the road with me, makin moves wit'chu
I bought you flowers, even ate Chinese food wit'chu (Tramp!)
I shoulda knew the scoop
Every week another dude says he copped a room wit'chu
First I was skeptical until they came through with proof
Then they told me all about the tattoos on you (Tramp!)
What did I do to you
Except tell you every day you were beautiful
But for you this is business as usual
Very little thought goes into choosin who you do it to (Tramp!)
Who woulda knew
That I was just another dumb dude you could use
I wasn't even concerned about losin you
You got me mixed up like a Rubix' Cube, you (Tramp!)
[Chorus: x2]
I fell in love with a (Tramp!)
Why you gotta act like a (Tramp!)
I can't deal with you actin fake
Get out my face you scandalous (Tramp!) (Tramp!)
[Interlude]
(Wants you right on home in your car) What they do?
(She wants you no whomever you are) What they be tryin to do?
(Wants you right on home in your car) Oh what else she do? What else?
(She wants you no whomever you are)
[Blueprint]
Ah-ha, huh, don't try to front youse a (Tramp!)
Yeah I know it's you
At the bar tryin to flirt with them older dudes
They love young girls, they goin crazy over you
You told your life story but you never told the truth (Tramp!)
At a bar where you go to school
Runnin game on a dude that don't know your moves
Got 'em comin out the pockets spendin dough on you
But 50/50 on a room is the most I would do (Tramp!)
If I call you out it's overdue
But I gotta set you up before exposin you
Fest said you never quit, I said so true
He told me I should ask you if you know Brew you (Tramp!)
C'mere for a minute, pull up a stool
I smiled, ordered a drink, acted sociable
Then asked if you know Brew, you said you don't know dude
Fest called you a liar, you said oh - Brew? (Tramp!)
There's no hope for you
Fest started laughin then he said see Pun I told you
I said I had to hear it comin from you
Cause if you boned Brew then you probably boned the whole crew you (Tramp!)
You said he was in love wit'chu
And that it happened way before I got up wit'chu
And that he hated on you cause he really wanted you
Cause you insisted that I'm the one you're loyal to
But this ain't about hate
This is about you bein fake
And tellin lie after lie until you're blue in the face
But I know the truth, cause Prism got you on tape you (Tramp!)
So so alive (x a bunch)
Little boy
No father
Skip school
Why bother
Life's hard
Act harder
Can't cope
Kill Karma
Hot head
Cold world
All alone
Meets girl
Never thought
The pain would end
Feel so alive again
Feel so alive again
So so alive (x a bunch)
Feel so alive again
Little girl
Big problems
Two jobs
Two daughters
Saved up
Few dollars
With any luck
Get through college
Night school
Few years
Graduate she'd tears
Never thought the pain would end
Feel so alive again
So so alive (x a bunch)
Feel so alive again
So so alive (x a bunch)
Feel so alive again
Uhh, yeah
Aight check it out
You know the names, you know the faces
It's Blueprint right here man
That's my dog
Hold up, ha ha
Hold up, this Weightless right here look
[x3]
Lo-Fi Funk, you can find me in your trunk
Turn my volume up
Lo-Fi Funk, you can find me in your trunk
As a matter of fact, hold up, hold up
[Blueprint]
I'm from the O state, all of my cats carry they own weight
C-O-L to C-I-N had to motivate
Graduated from school, needed my own space
Bein broke ain't nothin nice, I got dough to make
Ain't no time to be movin at a slow pace
Puttin myself behind the eight with my own mistakes
It only takes one break in concentration
To be behind bars, facin incarceration
So my mind's on escapin like in Shawshank
Givin the Lord thanks for days in this place
where people do anything to get it, cash or credit
Crack sales or Mary Kay cosmetics
Park bench, demo links, peddle incense
Main downtown slum lords abandoned tenements
Some dudes roll through, and don't take it serious
We don't start trouble here but we will finish it
When I think long term about bein happy
My heart tells me that I gotta lead 'em at he
Cats is mad cause they couldn't be astronauts
Now they touch the sky everyday with hash and pot
You name it, I been to it, seen it or been through it
Somebody in my fam already did or is doin it
Beats, rhymes, drugs or guns
Let me show you how the Midwest was won
[x3]
Lo-Fi Funk, you can find me in your trunk
Turn my volume up
Lo-Fi Funk, you can find me in your trunk
Oh no, we ain't finished yet, hold up
[Blueprint]
I hate most commercial rap and the labels that's sellin it
Almost as much as I hate the President
What kind of world are we livin in
When you kill Martin and Malcolm, but you let this coward live
They killed Tupac, forgot about Will Smith
They killed Biggie Smalls and left us with Limp Bizkit
Like we would be too dumb to know the difference
They both knew it was comin but we didn't listen
Some people think because I rap I'm not supposed to hate
I gotta be a role model and motivate
But it's hard when you see dudes you know are fake
All you ugly rappers need to go home and comb your face
Your skin is unhappy and your teeth look nappy
The dandruff in your hair got your shirt shook badly
Your facial hair is all mangy and patchy
And your bloodshot eyes look like they got acne
You name it, I been to it, seen it or been through it
Somebody in my fam already did or is doin it
Beats, rhymes, drugs and guns
Let me show you how the Midwest was won
[x2]
Lo-Fi Funk, you can find me in your trunk
Turn my volume up
Lo-Fi Funk, you can find me in your trunk
Yeah Print, turn my volume up
Gotta work every day
I thought I saw what Malcolm Little saw
Ah-ha, thought I saw it
I thought I saw what Malcolm Little saw
[Blueprint]
I thought I saw what Malcolm Little saw inside the game
That made him wanna draw an X across his last name
Dig inside himself and make a change
The turnin point from which things could never be the same
I'm talkin liberation - it seems no matter how far you make it
Somebody's out to sabotage what you hold sacred
It doesn't mean as much to them as it means to you
They only do it cause it's the cool thing to do
But they don't understand the things you do
They don't understand what it means to you to see your dreams come true
They wasn't up late night losin sleep wit'chu
They wasn't practicin the same routine all week as you
They didn't have to earn respect in the same scene as you
On tour wearin the same thing for a week or two
At first them chicks didn't want to speak to you
But now they tryin to get backstage to sneak a peek at you
I try to tell myself, don't let it define you
Don't let the limelight you're standin in blind you
Don't internalize it, don't let it get inside you
Appreciate the love you get but don't let it guide you
Don't let those other people make your life a mess
Way too many artists build their self-esteem around the press
Cause when the press loves you and the people don't respond
You feel like the fans owe you somethin and you're gettin robbed
My man Lo said it's best to do it for the people
Cause there's no hidden agends when they speak to you
But think about what MC's do
They say things to you, because they want things from you
Now right or wrong I gotta think about what I say
Cause people overanalyze my words because I got a name
Like my opinion means more because I got some fame
But in God's eyes we're all the same
[Chorus]
I'm liberated ("People in this country, are confused")
I'm liberated ("They are fed lies, from the highest level")
[Blueprint]
Yo, you know we had the baddest motherfuckin unit back in the days son
Inkwell, Plead the 5th and Logic
[?] Shabazz, Greenhouse, Soul Position
Who's Who, The Orphange, The Minor League, Greenhouse
And if you've ever heard me talk about it you can tell
Greenhouse Effect ain't the same without Inkwell
Me and Fest don't know if we should write more songs
Or leave well enough alone and let bygones be bygones
And that'll leave you brokenhearted
And have you feelin like you can't finish what you started
Sometimes I feel like I can't lead my team well enough
And say the right things to keep 'em all inspired, it's ill
I guess that's just how it is
I've seen women kill more careers than any whack album did
When she met you, she loved your songs
But later on she made you feel like what you do is wrong
Now she tellin you you're not givin your heart
Because you can't find a way to put her before your art
They used to be attracted to rock stars
Now all the sudden, she wants you to get a desk job
Even if you don't, she she treats you funny
Even though you're the one that's bringin in the money
Ha, but God don't like ugly
And you wouldn't act that way if you really loved me
I feel it in my heart and I know I'm not wrong
You don't love me, you just hate bein alone
Your life lacks meaning when I'm gone
You can't do anything on your own but I'm gone now and
[Chorus/Outro]
I'm liberated ("So do we say that it's time, to begin anew?")
I'm liberated ("That it's time to stop goin along
with rhethoric and bullshit that you cannot endurse us")
I'm liberated ("So we say, that we recognize that freedom is indivisible")
I'm liberated ("A republic for people to have in them self respect")
("Because, that's all it's about, that's all human dignity is about")
("It's about individuals, it's about all of us")
[1:06 second skit and instrumental to open]
[Blueprint]
Yeah; I'm often haunted by thoughts of crooked cops
Glocks raised, blockin my sunrays and optimism
It only takes one shot to take what we got
The gift of life, and make your body start to stiffen
It's a shame that we each gotta lose
loved ones before we see tomorrow's not given
As sure as the sun shines, I'll go for mine
So when I die, at least I'll know that I died livin
Tim Thomas ran from two cops out to get him
into a dark alley, then two shots hit him
Another inner city killing nobody witnessed
Swept under the rug, as official police business
I seen his moms on television, pleadin and cryin
Tellin cops to stop killing
And calm down the youth that choose not to listen
One life, one love, but all we got is vengeance
Now they're on a burn down the Sin City mission
Lookin for the pigs that licked shots and got missin
You know it's chaos even if you don't hear it
Cause the air smells like gun smoke and teen spirit
Whatever is goin down I want to be near it
When a thousand stand as one, you start to feel fearless
Enough to walk across hot coal no matter how hot
Break another window, maybe throw another rock
Maybe so, maybe not (maybe so, maybe not)
Maybe I'll be the next black man to get shot
Maybe so, maybe not (maybe so, maybe not)
Maybe I'll be the next black man to get shot, but, but..
[Chorus: x2]
You'll have to kill me first
Before I get inside the paddywagon
You took too many of my people
Nobody knows what happened
[guest rapper]
It's kind of fucked up cause as a child I do remember Officer Friendly
Homey that hit the crib later to peep the Chi sweeps
Have you ever had your spot raided for dope, couches ripped
Glass tables flipped, brass bent, dogs sniffin in the cereal
NyQuil and aspirin tossed out the medicine cabinets
Just to find these stupid motherfuckers had the wrong apartment
No apologies or nothin, left my mother in tears
After scramblin to get it destroyed, a life scarring
was bad enough my coat was wore and hell I even smiled
when a cop {?} sloppy in crossfire
Hopin that she died in hallway piss
Retribution for my feelings of bein cuffed to a fence
Harassed in front of {?} droppin my {?} white she asked about some fuckin colors
But ain't no Crips from where I reside
On one occasion walkin to Osco threatened by a dick
Talkin 'bout we walkin down the wrong blocks
Now that I think about it was the first time that I saw a glock
Upper loaded black barrel at eyelevel, these muh'fuckin heathens
And I seen it in the bitch's racist face that she wanted to pull
her image burned inside my mind forever
Until I have yet to tell my seeds, Kaneisha still believes
And I'm prayin it's an occupation she don't wanna ever see
A living that my cousin wasn't blue enough to be
And ever since a child they made a lifelong enemy of me, shit
[x2]
Just an inner-city-native-son
Never learned to wait, taught to take it and run
Some of us raised by the way of the gun
All the drama we see makes us numb
[Verse 1]
You can tell he's seen alot for only 13
His wide eyes victimized, bite is a sting
Never told his ancestors used to be kings
Left to build himself outta what he can see
That means stick-ball, basketball, hide and seek
Fistfights, shoot-outs, and crack fiends
The single mother had to work 60 hours a week
Cleanin' offices, just so she can make ends meet
And put clothes on his back and buy food to eat
She spent time with him right before she went to sleep
But over time he learned to lust for material things
His only babysitter was the TV screen
He was force fed pop culture, watchin' in silence
Talk shows, curse words, sex and violence
Used to coming home to an empty house
Fallin' asleep waiting up for his mother on the couch
[x2]
Just an inner-city-native-son
Never learned to wait, taught to take it and run
Some of us raised by the way of the gun
All the drama we see makes us numb
He used to kick it with some other kids from down the block
All of them was broke, one of them had a plot
Said he was sick of being broke, sittin around and chillin'
And that he had a surefire way of makin' a killin'
Said that he steals old computers out of old buildins
He already had a pawn shop to deal wit 'em
Plus a man working security would open the door
For 25 percent of all the money they saw
If he was down to make some money they could roll with him
He promised he would have him back at home by 10
The kid looks at his pocket then he looks at his kicks
Looked up at his man and said "That plan sound sick"
They all agreed to meet at 8PM the next day
His boy that was 16 would drive getaway
9 o'clock sharp, they pulled up at the place
Wearing all black with a stocking cap on his face
[x2]
Just an inner-city-native-son
Never learned to wait, taught to take it and run
Some of us raised by the way of the gun
All the drama we see makes us numb
While they were snatching all the valuables right off of the desk
Loading 'em down into the van without breaking a sweat
A couple guys started feelin' overconfident
Vandalizing other offices and making a mess
They wasn't scared cause they knew they still had 10 minutes
While security changed shit and finished
But before time was up, it seemed something went wrong
They smelled smoke and heard the sound of the fire alarm
They got scared, and since they didn't want to get discovered
The guys ran for the stairs as the smoke covered
But in the stairwell they ran into a bunch of others
Who was working in the building also running for cover
They saw maintenance, house-cleaners and night-shift workers
And in the chaos he got seperated from the others
Pushing through he bumped into a old lady, knocked her over
When he looked into her eyes..
[Blueprint]
Yeah, you know how we do
Yeah... uh-huh, you know what time it is
(Fresh!) My name is Blueprint
You know how we do
(Fresh!) It's that time again
Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah
I'm the man the whole underground is talkin 'bout
Cats stealin my style before I even had an album out
Two years ago the same cats was doubtin me
Heard me on "Alchemy," now they sound like me
A bunch of powderpuffs rhymin with aggression
Forgot to follow the steps of natural progression
I almost think you sat in on my sessions
You came to class on time but you didn't study my lessons
You only got a piece of the genuine article
If I call you son it's because I followed you
Thank me on your liner notes for makin it possible
Every year I change it up and make it harder for you
Now even art fags wanna sound conventional
Can't rhyme on beat because they lack the rhythm to
You get cool points cause I'm the one you listen to
But lose 'em all cause you're not original, but I'm
[Chorus x2]
(Fresh!) Yeah you think you're grown
Find somethin else to do and stop bein a clone
You're not (Fresh!) You've been at it for years
Stop bitin ideas, come up with somethin on your own that's
[Interlude]
What these MC's be doin y'all - straight sharkin
What these cats out here be doin - straight sharkin
I don't think they heard you man they - straight sharkin
Yeah, what these MC's be doin - straight sharkin
[Blueprint]
Man, these MC's gotta lotta nerve
"I rhyme and do beats like you Print" - oh WORD?
Like I'ma grade you on a curve
My advice to you, master one of 'em first
You're already a toy as it is
On top of that you wanna go ahead and spread yourself too thin
And just because I make it look easy
Doesn't mean that any Tom, Dick and Harry can do this
That's the kind of shit I'm talkin about
You been at it for a year and wanna put an album out
You haven't even found your style
You didn't even battle 'til you saw "8 Mile"
Talkin 'bout what you wrote
How you know so-and-so and you're the next one to blow
You wanna rhyme and produce but suck at both
And if you get on stage with that, you're headed for jokes
[Intro]
Uh-huh
Gon' have a lil' bit of fun today
Rap to some, shit just layin around
Don't take me too serious; y'knahmsayin?
[scratch Mobb Deep: "Havin cash is highly addictive
Especially when you used to havin money to live with"]
[Blueprint]
I'm "Illmatic" when it comes to countin my dough
1's and 5's go to wifey son, you know how that go
I'm probably posted in a hotel after a show
Countin show and merch' money, rubber band on my rolls
I think I was 13 or 14
When my parents had to have a little talk with me
They told me money don't grow on trees
And ever since then I've been on my P's
Up and out the house into the morning air
Needed a 9 to 5 job and I didn't care where
Then finally found two at the Ohio State Fair
Just to spend all the money that I made on gear
Fast forward to the present now rap's my job
But I'm still goin after it hard
Because I know the ride could end just as fast as it starts
And I'll be right back on the block with "Dead Presidents"
[Chorus: x2]
[scratch Mobb Deep: "Havin cash is highly addictive
Especially when you used to havin money to live with"]
[Blueprint]
Uh-huh... huh
You need to stop rappin, if you ain't seein no perks
No fanbase, no cream, no skirts
I study bad music like it was my homework
I learn the most from whack gimmicks that don't work
It's true, you could learn a lot from a dummy
I learned how to make money, and hold it tight
So nobody on God's green earth can take it from me
And when they try I make it ugly, feel that
See I'm inspired by real rap
Those that tried hard to chart and still failed
Those told the earth was flat and still sailed
They went against all odds and did well
Every wish that accompanies a penny in a well
is the dream of a criminal, sittin in a jail
Livin in hell, head spinnin in a cell
About to break but held together by fam sendin him mail
with "Dead Presidents"
"You are distubring me!
You are disturbing my customers!
No service till you turn that shit off!
I can't even hear myself think!" - "Do the Right Thing"
[sample x2: Nas, N.Y. State of Mind]
The smooth criminal on beat breaks
Never put my in your box if your shit eats tapes
I got a Panasonic with a set of 15's
Black with the silver grill, shining, lookin clean
Glove on my right hand, face on lean
I keep it by my side like Radio Raheem
Ghetto blastin', you know the sound
Everywhere I go I get asked to turn it down
I'll tell you hell no to your face, I ain't a coward
And if you keep trippin' I'm a turn it up LOUDER
I don't give a damn about your quiet or your peace
The only time I turn it down is when I see police
The last thing I need is being sweated by the beats
Trying to throw me in the hole and take away my beats
Me hear nothing but the music, I'm slipping
So fuck hip-hop, I'm easy listening
Me hear nothing but the music, I'm tripping
So fuck hip-hop, I'm easy listening
[Chorus]
You thought it was gunshots, the way my boombox knocks
Before you see me, you hear me coming down the block
Loud enough to make your eardrums pop
But it won't stop, it don't stop [x2]
[sample]
Some cats decorated theirs with hand styles and stickers
I decorated my piece with Polaroid pictures
Extra bass boost so you know I ain't frontin'
Tinted deck with a missing pause button
A pocketfull of tapes from the latest mix shows
With one in the deck 'cause the door won't close
I might get it fixed when I get some cheddar
Auto-reverse, one side sounds better
My pulse meter pulsates when I play my jams
My equalizer got 32 bands
This cat try to battle, he didn't know me
I drowned him out with my tapes on Dolby
Plus, I only had the volume on 5
God forbid, he really woulda tried to get live
Me hear nothing but the music, I'm slippin
So fuck hip-hop, I'm easy listening
[Chorus]
Some cat bought the same model and thought he was equal
But he lost the battle 'cause he couldn't freak the EQ's
He shoulda known better than to battle me
He dug his own ditch with them Ray-O-Vac batteries
Now he mad as hell
I told him not to come back unless he had some Duracell's
My boombox: fully equipped
With a microphone jack whenever cats want to spit
Whereever I'm at, the B-boys follow
My box turns bus stops into the Apollo
I give you 15 minutes of fame
And had a downtown sidewalks looking like Soul Train
Me hear nothing but the music, I'm slipping
So fuck hip-hop, I'm easy listening
Me hear nothing but the music, I'm tripping
So fuck hip-hop, I'm easy listening
"You come to Sal's, there's no music
No rap, no music, no music, no music
[Talking]
Hey, What-Nots, what's happenin?
The Moments, what it is, brother?
Hey let's talk about what we know how to talk about best
And what is that?
Girls
Right on!
[Singing] Girls, I like 'em fat, I like 'em small
Some skinny, some tall, I got to get to know them all
[Beat Change]
[Chorus]
I know this is true
Big girls need love too
I'm not lyin when I'm talking to you
Skinny girls need somebody to call 'em boo (*2X*)
You got a body that it takes a horny man to appreciate
I'm not the type of guy to trip about your weight
Uh uh, you my plus size princess
It must of took three people to get you in that dress
When I seen your big booty I flip my wig
But everything else about you is just as big
You're built like Jabba the Hut with two butts
One in the back, one in the front
Got my mind on my money and my money on your food
Cause if I don't take you out to eat you'll catch an attitude
I'm no Denzel when it comes to pull
I know you're only with me because I keep you full
I used to come over with condoms to smash in you
But now I bring a snack for you
Twinkies always seem to get your ass in the mood
And when you're done grubbin, we go back to your room
You're so freaky when it's time to get it on
Sometimes we put ketchup on the bed before we bone
If you haven't had a big girl, let me describe it
It's like havin sex with a wider bed
But who needs a bed when you're there to lay on
Who needs a pillow when I got your big arm
I love gettin lost inside your big body
I'll let you anything, except ride me
She's double my body weight, double my fun
I'm doubling my pleasure like double mint gum
Double my body weight, double the fun
I'm doubling my pleasure like double mint gum
[Chorus]
You got a body that it takes a horny man to appreciate
I'm not the type of guy to trip about your weight
Uh uh, I know why you been skipping dinner
Them white boys been telling you you need to be thinner
I used to get uncomfortable whenever we ate
Cause you would just sit there and stare at the plate
But I been saving hella money since I know what's up
No more dinner dates cause you'll just throw it up
But I still got love for you
Even though I don't know what to do
Everywhere we go people give grub to you
Cause you look like a hungry P.O.W
Sometimes I just feel like leaving
I wanna break up with you but you won't give me a reason
We been together three years, I've never seen you eatin
You're so skinny I can see your heart beatin
You're half the calories and half the fat
But Blueprint still loves you even though your chest is flat
You're half the calories and half the fat
But Blueprint still loves you even though your chest is flat, girl
[Chorus]
Ayo, fat girl
Come here, are you ticklish?
Ayo fat girl
Yeah, I called you fat
Ayo fat girl
Ayo fat girl
Ayo fat girl
Yea from the top man
For those who don't know
Desk job or streetlight my fam gotta eat right
Weekend or weeknight we work until we see light
What comes around goes around it feels good to be right
You 'bout to be in last place no chance to see the mic
No doubt my flow's actually 'bout to be
The Barry Bonds of any song your hear me on
Haters wanna give directions but they can't steer me wrong
I'm clearly strong enough to bust through any bond you form
I started rhymin in a dormitory stairwell
My college life parallel, both heaven and hell
At its apex blank checks for the cashin'
Worst case scenario I wouldn't let it happen
I came too far to turn around and stop now
My momma worked hard just so I could make it
And I'll be damned if I let her hard work stay wasted
She said "Boy, don't worry 'bout those banks statements
When life is dishin' it out you gotta be able to take it
And make it into a stepping stone
Because with every move you make you're closer to home"
I said, "True mom," walked away with that jewel
Then I studied hard, and got the hell outta school
Now I never trip over monetary obstacles
Because I know that anything is possible
It's like that y'all
And you don't stop
It's like that y'all
And you don't quit
You keep on, you keep on
Uh-huh, yeah
Printmatic, you know the name
Behind the curtain like the Hunchback of Notre Dame
I'll steal the show, then your dame
This nigga down like dropping off in the pouring rain
My mind stays stuck on filth
Black cheerleaders ain't trying to fuck a mill
It's only cause I got your moms on tilt
You found out it wasn't toothpaste on her quilt
Sue me, I told you that you sorry
But Billy Blanks got you thinkin' that you know Karate
I need to know I play matchmaker as a hobby
I can introduce speed knots, to your body
You wanna playa hate, we can take it back to '88
My catelogue's an epilogue dog, all can set tapes
And I hope to god you're a scholar
Cause before I test your rhymes I'm a test your knowledge
Crush any attempts to act brolic
You the kinda dude I used to lift up in college
Hands around you, fucked like a dome collar
Over some small shit like 50 dollars
You don't want that dude to come outside again
For real... You better stay in the pocket
Uh huh, yeah... hah
I used to be a purist
About the records I've been coppin'
Don't nobody care about that shit unless the beat knocks
Sometimes I'm on some bassline, 808 shit
Now I'm on some old dirty drum-break shit
No denyin'
Most people listen to their music while they're drivin
So the next time you think you got a classic
Throw it all around and listen to it in some traffic
Make sure you roll the windows down
Be honest about yourself about how your shit sounds
Life would be better if more people did that
I wouldn't have to wait through demo's full of crap
Too many wack rappers fuckin' up the game
Too many independant acts sounding the same
Poppin' shit on the net to get a name
Give props to eachother, sit around and complain
Your whole philosophy is flawed when your top 10
Is full of cats you know, and nobody that I heard before
I need to understand I'm not new to this
You are for 2 bars I know all your influences
And ain't none of them tight
You all need to put down the fuckin' mic
Sounding corny shit..
(It's time to let this, time to let this, time to let this go)
It's time to let this go
Lay the ghosts to rest
The past is in the past
Scatter earth on the remains
Waiting for something, waiting for something, something and nothing
Waiting for something, waiting for something, something and nothing
Leave your baggage right there at the door,
cos it's not welcome ‘round here any more.
I've lived long enough to know
I've lived long enough to know
When to run and
when to leave and
when it's right to stay
(It's time to let this, time to let this, time to let this go)
We pick the pieces up and move
But the weariness stays in the eyes
Please don't drag this up again
Learn to leave it in its place
The making of something, the making of something, something and nothing.
The making of something, the making of something, something and nothing.
I've lived long enough to know
I've lived long enough to know
When to run and
when to leave and
when it's right to stay
I've lived long enough to know
I've lived long enough to know
I've lived long enough to
Leave it behind cos it now means nothing
Nothing to say cos we've grown so far apart
We built this place and now it's served its purpose
Now tear it down, see what is left
Forget who we were and what we leave behind
Was it worth it for what I take away
An artifact built with heart and soul
Now tear it down, see what is left.
Leave no trace within this place
Leave no trace within this place
Scorch the earth tear the sky
Scorch the earth tear the sky
Tear the sky tear tear the sky
We say goodbye
No evidence can be left behind
Scour the site, replayed 1000 times
Have no regrets, none I'd care to mention
Now wait around and pray for it to.
Feel the silence coming down
Feel the silence coming down
Scorch the earth tear the sky
Scorch the earth tear the sky
Tear the sky tear tear the sky
We say goodbye
No evidence can be left behind
Scour the site, replayed 1000 times
Have no regrets, none I'd care to mention
Now wait around and pray for it to.
Feel the silence coming down
Feel the silence coming down
Scorch the earth tear the sky
Scorch the earth tear the sky
Tear the sky tear tear the sky.
In car parks,
with broken hearts
Escaping,
the barrage of poison darts
Six men sleep,
but the sound track is unsettling
We watched as the pizzeria burned
I felt a pattern emerge.
Those nights that we,
we snatched defeat from
From the jaws of victory
If only
We had had more room to breathe...
In car parks,
with broken spirits
The sound's so disturbing.
Have you heard it?
Six men stand,
unable to scale the fencing.
Burn the factory down.
Burn that country to the ground
Those nights that we,
we snatched defeat from
From the jaws of victory
If only
We had had more room to breathe...
We cover
We cover
We cover our faces to protect our features
We cover our faces from the hail of splinters
Those nights that we,
we snatched defeat from
From the jaws of victory
If only
So dismissive,
so free with praise heaped on unworthy subjects
I'm so sorry that this is not what you wanted
You must be so disappointed that we failed
To deliver just for you
(the) Killer hooks to get right under your
Skin so thick we'd need a harpoon
Have some patience wait and see
We're dropping bombs here
Thank you so much,
for your well valued critique
It has been noted
Noted that I have lost all respect for you
Your so quick to judge you're opinion void
Take some time to absorb these
Killer hooks to get right under your
Skin so thick we'd need a harpoon
Have some patience wait and see
We're dropping bombs here
Killer hooks to get right under your
Skin so thick we'd need a harpoon
Have some patience wait and see
Stand inert,
look to golden shores
See the skyline â" corroding
Thick with grease from the palms of those who are schooled in charm
Use their weight as a lever,
then use the cleaver.
Just in case, don't resist, hope they miss
Always taking more than giving
Always taking more than giving
Always taking more than giving
Spreading far,
to the farthest shore
Moving slowly, unimpeded
Wake up to the fact that the dirt spreads farther then before
It clings to the coast line,
the stakes are rising
From minute, to minute, to minute
Take your grievance to the summit
Take your grievance to the summit
Get shot down on the tarmac
The bubble bursts,
there's burning plastic
Obscuring the skyline
How many ways does the same message need to be sent?
The sands are shifting, the veil's lifted. Impetus will push us, don't give up
And stop the wheels from turning
And stop the wheels from turning
[Blueprint]
Yeah... ah-hah
Yeah... ah-ha! What?
[Chorus]
I got so much trouble on my mind, refuse, to lose!
Since I brought you up to speed in '99, my name's been news
Got my label off the ground, put on, my folks
Dropped some classic but right now, we're all, still broke
[Blueprint]
And everybody's still lookin at me - because I took the lead
And taught 'em to believe, tried to maximize what my crew could be
A wise man once said... with great power comes great responsibility
Sometimes I wish it was somebody else instead but I took it on willingly
My mom showed me the path to follow, how to be a role model
Now I can't do a show without hittin the bottle
Come home and pass out like my father would do
Up at 9 A.M. load up a van, drive to another city do it again
Sell a couple CD's, get a couple more fans
Watch people criticize me like they know who I am
Blueprint you spit too slow, your vocals are mixed too low
The basslines in your beats be makin my speakers blow
Aesop put you on track, RJ got you on his back
Stick to production, stop tryin to rap
Another good album with bad distribution
Another 100 magazines my music's not reviewed in
By the time the fans impressed, realize I'm the best doin it
I'll be makin shitty music
[Chorus]
[Blueprint]
Too many people got their hands out, feel like I've been takin inventory
Not too many livin off of hip-hop, all I hear is hard luck stories
You're either too depressed to make a record, or way too broke to put it out
Or too proud to get up off your ass, and go the independent route
I used to wanna be signed, I don't think it's meant to be
Most signed cats I know got less money than me
Checkin they mailbox for checks they never see
Might as well be puttin they records for free!
When they wanna sign you, they'll put anything you ask for in the contract
But when the same cats owe you money - they never call you back
All the fans you had from day one start to reject you when your shows get packed
They say you're sellout cause you got more fans
And they never did like you and thought you was whack
Damned if you do damned if you don't
I'll be damned if it don't feel just like a setup
But my suggestion box is closed
And I wish I could make everybody just shut up
The first thing I learned about this rap game
Is sometimes it's best to be quiet and listen
There's a whole lot at stake
So don't be a bigmouth that makes bad decisions
Don't get caught up in the hype
Talk numbers before your music is sent in
Sometimes the numbers ain't right
So when you get a bum deal send it back with revisions
[starts at 6:03 mark of "Liberated"]
[Chorus: Blueprint]
Hold up, who you talkin to? I don't like your fuckin attitude
Who you talkin to? I don't like your fuckin attitude
Who you talkin to? I don't like your fuckin attitude
Hold up man, who you talkin to?
[Blueprint]
I aim for the stars, with the focus of a marksmen
And found out the hard way success is a moving target
For most artists it's so hard to hit
And so easy to quit, at the first sign of hardship
But hardship only increases how hard I spit
Respect's hard to earn, money's hard to get
I'm at the school of hard knocks with no scholarship
So everything I got I gotta work hard for it
From props and respects down to dollars and cents
I never been a product of put-ons or politics
Or caught up in drama and a bunch of conflicts
Ask me about other people's beef - no comment
I got enough problems of my own to deal with
To diss the next man's music cause I don't feel it? Shit
Open your eyes man it's common sense
If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense/cents
[Chorus]
[Blueprint]
The rap game's off the chain, it reminds me of streetball
No playbooks, no referees makin calls
Nobody plays D, everybody wants to score
Pass the ball away you won't see it any more
You got a plan, me too, let's build this team
Pool our resources and make this cream
You got dreams, so do I dog, we ain't that different
What seperates us is how we go about tryin to get it
I don't care how you get, if it's workin them I'm with it
I've never been too proud to listen
The bottom line is I gotta respect your approach
Especially if what you doin is gettin results
I'm sick of feelin like I'm standin still blowin smoke
Arguin with a bunch of dudes that's all broke
Or battlin cats that want the same thing
Too proud to admit we're on the same team
Open your eyes man it's common sense
If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense/cents
Again, this is common sense
If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense/cents
I got a story to tell
Check check
Crazy glue, make sure you get it in the cracks and crevices
To put me back together is
Not an easy task, but it's not like I asked you to do it
It was your choice the whole time, you knew it
So you're here to build me back up?
Start with the legs and work your way up
Used to usin' to run so please pay extra attention
When you piece the flesh back together section-by-section
"There'll be some slight bruising."
Yeah, I figured that much, wow they both look great
"Yeah but don't try to stand up, just relax."
O.K., I can handle that,
Thank you so much for this, how could I ever pay you back?
Movin' on to the hips, strap 'em in place
Wrap the skin around, find my dick, attach it at the base
Put my balls on, yup right there
Before it was shattered it was way bigger I swear
Wow, this is awesome. This is... super fat, awesome
Father, are you speakin' to me?
Every little cunt that I fall in love with,
She ends up breakin' me
Put me back together, assemble my brain
It's my worst enemy
Look at these people stare, I tremble
Why do they hate me?
Get out my stomach! Wow, that feels great
Like butterflies, this is like fate
Or destiny that we met
You might be the best thing that ever happened to me
And it's a promise I won't forget
Work up to the chest, yes, perfect
Strap my neck on, "Here, see if you can turn it"
Aw, it's a little stiff but nothin' to be concerned with
You're doin' a wonderful job hunny
"Well, you deserve it"
Weary? Why stop now? Make sure my back's in order
Focus on the shoulder blades 'cause they tend to get sore
from all the punchin' and kickin' I do
"Why do you do that?"
'Cause hip-hop kicks my ass and I try to kick it back
It's awesome, I can't wait for you to see it and believe it
'Cause I know I can do it with the best of 'em
"Well, we'll see about that"
Aw, shit, she's just like the rest of 'em
Aw, yeah, and when the butterflies turn into butcher knives
Father, are you speakin' to me?
Every little cunt that I fall in love with,
She ends up breakin' me
Put me back together, assemble my brain
It's my worst enemy
Look at these people stare, I tremble
Why do they hate me?
Check check
I'ma try to disregard that last comment
'Cause this is the most crucial part of my reinstallment
My mind, see it's not just placin' my brain in
My memories are scattered on the floor in the basement
Oh, see that one? It was seventh grade her name was Meagan
I fell in love for the first time, and I changed
And I learned a lot at a young age
Like how to deal with real pain
Adults, they didn't care, my friends thought I was so lame
"Hm, that's funny"
Well, put it in
"I don't know, I mean, do you really need it again?"
They're my memories
"Well, we'll make new ones"
But I don't wanna lose 'em, I mean this is what made me who I am
"But I built you and I should have a say, don't you agree?"
No, I'm me and you're you, see?
Two different people, not one.
I knew it was only a matter of time before trouble begun
and the moral of the story is (Get out, bitch)
Aw, fuck it, Self Destruct
Father, are you speakin' to me?
Every little cunt that I fall in love with,
She ends up breakin' me
Put me back together, assemble my brain
It's my worst enemy
Look at these people stare, I tremble
Why do they hate me?
Goodbye, everybody
Father, are you speakin' to me?
Every little cunt that I fall in love with,
She ends up breakin' me
Put me back together, assemble my brain
It's my worst enemy
Look at these people stare, I tremble
Why do they hate me?
Bye, everybody
*The Illuminati is real, and they are watching you, right now.
They are inside of your television, your telephones. Be careful.
It's such a lonely world / So many chances to mess it up
And she's such a lonely girl
Stirring her drink never looking up
Well this bar's full of people who never will meet
the just stare at each other cuz their too shy to speak
you can bend them break them, never relate them
there's just something wrong with the blue print
It's such a lonely world / So many chances to mess it up
And he's such a lonely boy
He's got 23 years left in lockup
Well he's raised in the projects, lost his dad at just 4
Grew up in jail after he settled the score
You can bend them break them never mistake them
there's just something wrong with the blue print
Well these crimes they are signs
It's just all in the lines don't you know
Nobody's perfect it's all just design of the mold - oh no
You can fight it all you can
But you're only a man
It's such a lonely world / So many chances to mess it up
And he's such a lonely man
Finds it hard just to get up
Cuz he lost his wife sitting by the side of her bed
He's two hours late now he's wishing he's dead
You can bend them, break them never relate them
There's just something wrong with the blueprint
Well these crimes they are signs
It's just all in the lines don't you know
Nobody's perfect it's all just design of the mold - oh no
You can fight it all you can
But you're only a man
He's lonely, She's lonely, Someone's more lonely than you
He's lonely, She's lonely, Someone's more lonely than you
Lingering strong is my dream of greatness
A history that had its day, came and went
Broken bones and broken hearts will make it true
All that left is here again and the rest's arriving soon
With trembling hands I raised it up for all to see
Just what we'd done towards a new breed
Wretched dreams and endless schemes
I need a miracle, we need a miracle
A purity that's bound to dwindle
A poor attempt to rekindle what was lost
I'm not playing with you,
I'm not playing with you,
I'm not playing with you,
I clean forgot how to play.
But you can still come around,
In fact I invite you down,
Maybe together we can wipe that smile off your face.
'Cause what a difference, what a difference, what a difference
A little difference would make.
We'll draw a blueprint, it must be easy,
It's just a matter of knowing when to say no or yes.
Frustrating, frustrating, always waiting for the bigger axe to fall.
A patient game that i can't find my way to play.
Never mind what's been selling,
It's what you're buying
It's not in the way you came here today
With blueprints and plans to destroy me
It's all in the way I realized today
How easy it's to get some on me
On me
Fire away iIwon't get in your way
Blueprint: the skin from a homeworld
Driven by anxious bite
Amounting the fury that had us as children
Ablaze in scarlet wonder
The happenings of void
To which our kind has not plagued
So the ultimate in founders will lead
Searching the next boundary
Seeking inner/outer growth
The obscuring haze
Another place an equal home
For the merged to say
Enveloped in rage
The seeking mind
The fuel of our flight is quest
[solo - Evans]
What is lost is replaced by more mystery
[solo - Evans]
Blueprint
[solo - Young]
The happenings of void
To which our kind has not plagued
So the ultimate in founders will lead
Searching the next dream
And what will it bring
Our machines are puzzles of movement solved
The unifying can bring travel
To effortless actions
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