Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fresh, artist - Blueprint. Album song 1988, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 31.01.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
Fresh |
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 |
(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 |
What these MCs 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 MCs be doin' - straight sharkin' |
Man, these MC’s gotta lotta nerve |
«I rhyme and do beats like you 'Print» — oh WORD? |
Like I’mma 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 |