Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song True Vision, artist - Blueprint. Album song Respect the Architect, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.04.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Weightless
Song language: English
True Vision |
They’re saying that he insane, crazy, mind stands aiming |
I wonder who out there, the people gotta name me. |
Lazy for a couple years, drowning in beers |
Picked up where I left off for head on my peers. |
It seems I got styles, personality seems |
Boss type, light pep, … jeans |
I seen the whole rap game, sipping on lean |
But be the tension when it’s mentioned, that … |
He a five star general, analogue or digital |
Avant-garde, plus boom bap and minimal. |
All things to those that plays original |
Throw bottles at the idols of the one dimension. |
Come forth! |
Gather round and hear me speak |
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rhymes and the stones, we’re for the people that ink |
Got sent back to the bottom when I reached my peek |
With the riddle I was given at the foot of the sphinx |
The rhyme — I construct one brick at the time |
It’s impossible to top when you put out of line |
I hit the underground harder than a harder event |
Rappers fall like the third tower planes never hit. |
Shit! |
This ain’t your everyday rap, I got a true vision |
I do this for myself, man, I’m a musician! |
Say yey, if you’re feeling it (feeling it) |
Raise your hands, if you feeling it (feeling it)! |
This ain’t your everyday rap, I got a true vision |
I do this for myself, man, I’m a musician! |
Say yey, if you’re feeling it (feeling it) |
Raise your hands, if you feeling it (feeling it)! |
They wanna know if Print’s real, well, I can’t stay |
I’m too hard to find, my crib is the back cave. |
The block where they got sprayed, under covers masquerade |
It used to be worst back in the day |
Mean Bean got locked up and passed away |
You can take life and run, or you can sneak in the back way |
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is the rap where soul is half away |
Moving at the speed of light, switching to the fast lane |
24 boss and 48 loss of power |
Every time I rhyme my street buzz gets louder. |
I’m … inhaling lines, I’m gun powder |
Running down our streets, chasing down cowards |
Cops go out of their way to send me subliminals |
Cause they’re working 9 to 5 for a wave just minimal. |
But I’mma keep it cool and still smile in their face |
Till they master up enough heart to call me my name. |
Busy rhyming for your mens, I rhyme for the fans |
Just more in …, I got too much charm on their hands |
If I’m really as small as they say that I am |
Then way would distancing me be a way of advance? |
Please, you know my… rolling on MTV |
Probably rocking dirty jeans with a whole in me. |
I woke up in the spot, with all dollar looking dummie |
And walk out with something soft, plus three numbers |
Whether making songs, making out or making cream |
You better know that throw backs the only you’ll make the team. |
Slang weed, or slang… it’s all the same in me |
Cause I’m compelled to the same degree without a fight |
You can take a fang from me. |
I earned my spot, nobody ever gave it to me! |
So don’t play with me! |
Because you gotta be a martyr that gained fame for me. |
See, this ain’t your everyday rap, I got a true vision |
I do this for myself, man, I’m a musician! |
Say yey, if you’re feeling it (feeling it) |
Raise your hands, if you feeling it (feeling it)! |
This ain’t your everyday rap, I got a true vision |
I do this for myself, man, I’m a musician! |
Say yey, if you’re feeling it (feeling it) |
Raise your hands, if you feeling it (feeling it)! |