Luyện nghe bài hát Check The Blueprints

(Verse 1)
Slowly and steadily are fallin' off like leprosy
Instead build and spread insight through community
These fundamentals, the crux of longevity
When melodies are looped and vocals harmonize in
Now, its 99 and ain't a thing changed
Some seek fame as wealth manipulates the
Let me, this picture, your minds the canvas
Many claim real and later flake like dandruff
Cause 1 out of 10 stick to words
The other 9 stick to my Nikes and get rubbed out on the
be real, we're paper chasin' for financial backing
But theres a thin line by greed many are passing
Known as crossing for exposure some embark
Or cars, jewels and things wont exist when we depart
Crews, snooze, or both eyes become bruised
This goes out to that slept knew the deal or were confused
the Blueprint..

So MC's, it back to lyricism
Producers, pour out your heart into the
DJ's pay develop skills
And respect the architect as we begin to
And check the blueprint, to keep the alive
And the blueprint so as an artist you can survive
And check the blueprint I speak words without frills..

So respect the architect as we to build

(Verse 2)
Clutching my pen tight struggling to portray the depiction
I'm punching the wall of block, hoping for recognition
Nowadays your not heard, your posing an image
With watered down lyrics appeal to most who listen
Instead, Ill water the roots so will replenish
Expanding elements that started building
Hiphop houses, so many loading MC's
I feel theres only a few who've been paying their fees
360 degrees what goes comes back
I'm smoking mics as I inhale and exhale facts
Unfold the blueprints, the for improvement
gaps between the mind, ball point pen and the clueless
Innovation is once you forget the essence
So respect the architect, pick up your and start sketching

So MC's, it back to lyricism
Producers, pour out your into the rhythm
DJ's pay develop skills
And respect the architect as we to build
And the blueprint, to keep the culture alive
And the blueprint so as an artist you can survive
And check the blueprint I these words without frills

So the architect as we begin to build

(Verse 3)
As I open my eyes to this place called earth
I how music has lost artistic worth
And I'm shriveled up in my niche the scrotum when its freezing
With under my eyes on account of too much sleeping
Because of these in rap that I can't feel
Leaving me with the phrase "I keep it real"
How many times you heard this being fed through your ears
I'd rather be fed in the mouth, to it out from the rear
Claiming underground but underwater their wrinkling
And me, water buoys to that level I'm never sinking
your teeth into my words hard enough to be lisping
When finished biting them, find your front missing
I see em sipping fine wines in spas, to their image
Gimmicks.. I flap my jaws and their whole diminished
I mess with Glocks but metaphorically in speech
I'd like to pump em more shots than diabetics receive
Then in a place may they peacefully rest
In hopes that next time the blueprints they'll
the blueprints...