Radio-Inactive - Blueprint

It’s my time I’m 'bout to blow

You slept first, but now you know

The rap game, a thousand clones

All worried about their clothes

I used to chill at my home

Now I’m all about the road

Movin lockin down the shows

Hit the tele, count the dough

Shake hands, make plans, rent vans, make fans, god damn

This is how a little boy became a man

You want the fame and all the riches

Big name model bitches

But you don’t want to hustle twice as hard to try to get it

You gotta a lot to whine about

While you talking, wild n out

I’m posted outside the club

Workin passin flyers out

What’s Prints life about?

The same thing I rhyme about

Make good music and give my fans something to smile about

You outta try it out

We like to call it honesty, its the best policy

The reason why they follow me

My reputation precedes me

The rap game needs me

Cause I do the impossible, but I make it look easy

Now all the underdogs wanna take shots at my figure

Cause I’m eatin real big and didn’t invite them to dinner

You wasn’t there when I put it in the oven

So when its time to break bread cousin, don’t ask me for nothin

Everybody got a rhyme, if not a rhyme they gotta beat

If not ki’s of cocaine

They all packin heat

So what they really tellin me, when they ain’t outsellin me

And everything they say and do is fueled by their jealousy

I know you’re tryin to politic

And I’m only involved with it

So you can get in the game, take the ball and then run with it

They tried to hit me with the same thing that you fell for

«Make it more commercial Print, you probably would sell more»

But I’m eating now, so I’m like «what the hell for?»

Tellin me to change only makes me rebel more

But radio don’t want that, print don’t fit the format

Tell dude to change it up, and maybe he can come back

I made this in my basement, when you wasn’t even there

To express my feelings, not to be played on the air

So am I wrong or secure if I really don’t care

If this ever turns into something that anybody hears

Man I’m an artist, these other dudes sI write my album on my sidekick, no paper,

no notebooks

Then rhyme for five minutes straight with no breaks and no hooks

No punch-lines, no similes, so I’m easy to overlook

But Grooveshack, Theives World, Expo, Scribble Jam

I’ve been around in every single era and I’m still the man

And while I may not get the same hype as the next man

Everything in my life is going according to his plan

So thank god for every fan, every single listener

Who told me to make the art, you don’t gotta switch it up

You put it out, we’ll pick it up.

Do you, stay strong

You’re the main reason we don’t turn our radios on