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 aint a damn 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 Lets be real, we're paper chasin' for financial backing But theres a thin line defined by need and greed many are passing Known as crossing over for exposure some embark Or cars,jewels and **** that wont 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.. [Chorus] So MC's, take it back to lyricism Producers, pour out your heart into the rhythm DJ's pay bills develop skills And respect the architecht as we begin to build And check the blueprint, to keep the culture alive And check the blueprint so as an artist you can survive And check the blueprint I speak these words without frills.. [scratch] So respect the architect as we begin to build 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 theres 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.. [Chorus] So MC's, take it back to lyricism Producers, pour out your heart into the rhythm DJ's pay bills develop skills And respect the architecht as we begin to build And check the blueprint, to keep the culture alive And check the blueprint so as an artist you can survive And check the blueprint I speak these words without frills [scratch] So respect the architect as we begin to build 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 **** 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... [chorus] So MC's, take it back to lyricism Producers, pour out your heart into the rhythm DJ's pay bills develop skills And respect the architecht as we begin to build And check the blueprint, to keep the culture alive And check the blueprint so as an artist you can survive And check the blueprint I speak these words without frills [scratch] So respect the architect as we begin to build
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 aint a damn 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 Lets be real, we're paper chasin' for financial backing But theres a thin line defined by need and greed many are passing Known as crossing over for exposure some embark Or cars,jewels and **** that wont 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.. [Chorus] So MC's, take it back to lyricism Producers, pour out your heart into the rhythm DJ's pay bills develop skills And respect the architecht as we begin to build And check the blueprint, to keep the culture alive And check the blueprint so as an artist you can survive And check the blueprint I speak these words without frills.. [scratch] So respect the architect as we begin to build 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 theres 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.. [Chorus] So MC's, take it back to lyricism Producers, pour out your heart into the rhythm DJ's pay bills develop skills And respect the architecht as we begin to build And check the blueprint, to keep the culture alive And check the blueprint so as an artist you can survive And check the blueprint I speak these words without frills [scratch] So respect the architect as we begin to build 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 **** 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... [chorus] So MC's, take it back to lyricism Producers, pour out your heart into the rhythm DJ's pay bills develop skills And respect the architecht as we begin to build And check the blueprint, to keep the culture alive And check the blueprint so as an artist you can survive And check the blueprint I speak these words without frills [scratch] So respect the architect as we begin to build
