Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Check the Blueprints, artist - Kero One. Album song Windmills of The Soul, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.02.2007
Record label: Plug Label
Song language: English
Check the Blueprints |
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 ain’t 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 shit that won’t 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. |
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. |
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. |
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 |
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 shit 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… |
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 |
So respect the architect as we begin to build |