| Yeah, you know how we do
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| Yeah… uh-huh, you know what time it is
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| (Fresh!) My name is Blueprint
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| You know how we do
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| (Fresh!) It’s that time again
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| Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah
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| I’m the man the whole underground is talkin' 'bout
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| Cats stealin' my style before I even had an album out
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| Two years ago the same cats was doubtin' me
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| Heard me on «Alchemy,» now they sound like me
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| A bunch of powderpuffs rhymin' with aggression
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| Forgot to follow the steps of natural progression
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| I almost think you sat in on my sessions
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| You came to class on time but you didn’t study my lessons
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| You only got a piece of the genuine article
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| If I call you son it’s because I followed you
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| Thank me on your liner notes for makin it possible
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| Every year I change it up and make it harder for you
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| Now even art fags wanna sound conventional
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| Can’t rhyme on beat because they lack the rhythm to
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| You get cool points cause I’m the one you listen to
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| But lose 'em all cause you’re not original, but I’m
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| (Fresh!) Yeah you think you’re grown
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| Find somethin' else to do and stop bein' a clone
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| You’re not (Fresh!) You’ve been at it for years
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| Stop bitin' ideas, come up with somethin' on your own that’s
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| What these MCs be doin' y’all — straight sharkin'
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| What these cats out here be doin' - straight sharkin'
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| I don’t think they heard you man, they — straight sharkin'
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| Yeah, what these MCs be doin' - straight sharkin'
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| Man, these MC’s gotta lotta nerve
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| «I rhyme and do beats like you 'Print» — oh WORD?
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| Like I’mma grade you on a curve
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| My advice to you, master one of 'em first
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| You’re already a toy as it is
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| On top of that you wanna go ahead and spread yourself too thin
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| And just because I make it look easy
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| Doesn’t mean that any Tom, Dick and Harry can do this
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| That’s the kind of shit I’m talkin about
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| You been at it for a year and wanna put an album out
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| You haven’t even found your style
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| You didn’t even battle 'til you saw «8 Mile»
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| Talkin 'bout what you wrote
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| How you know so-and-so and you’re the next one to blow
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| You wanna rhyme and produce but suck at both
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| And if you get on stage with that, you’re headed for jokes |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fresh , by - Blueprint. Song from the album 1988, in the genre Иностранный рок