Time Management - Blueprint

Testing, testing.

Test the mic?

How we sound out there?

Hope it’s on.

It’s on?

Somebody turn my mic on

How I sound?

Sound aight?

Sound good out there?

Better sound right

Want y’all to hear this.

Turn it up a little bit

They gotta hear this.

Gotta get this mic right

Gotta have the levels right.

Feel me.

Gotta be perfect

Gotta be crisp.

One two, one two.

One two, one two.

Much better

Soundin' hot now.

I like that.

Testing.

Here we go.

Uh huh

I’m like guns smoke, floating in the air from a murder weapon

Whistlin' wind from shots fired off in seven

Realize inspire Gods to throw lightening out of Heaven

I’ll be standing over your body when the sound deadens

You got loose lips

But your music ain’t tight

I got a mean left

You box with gay rights

We’ll tie you up to a pole so you can’t take flight

Then pummel you to death with 108 mics

Weightless will never fall so end all resistance

There’s already way too much drama in this business

The character assassin leaves no witnesses

Pleading innocence

To the judge and the jury

Temporary insanity was the fuel behind my fury

I threw the book at the judge and got rushed by security

Spent 90 days in hip hop hell

And would’ve still been there if Inkwell didn’t post bail

Now I’m explosive corrosive like battery acid

Burnt plastic until this foul stench had me gaspin'

Only Aspirin could alleviate the pain and the tension

From writin' all my rhymes in three dimensions

While all the writers only occupy a single plain of existence

My imagery goes beyond simple bottles of Hennessy

Deciphering the mysteries of history

But these A&R's got me feelin' trapped like that movie Misery

Time management

Time management

Nothing but time on my hands

That’s all I got

Time management

My hands guided by the divine to write scriptures

For my listeners

It holds short attention spans prisoner

This probably ain’t the first Greenhouse song they ever heard

It’s cool if they know all the beats but don’t know the words

But if they knowin' all the words but they still don’t know the title

They probably downloaded it and didn’t get it from my crew

Makin' it hard for me to flourish

And with this pop hip hop it’s hard not to be discouraged

By these MC’s without identities

Soundin' miscellaneous

Enter my vicinity

Attack is instantaneous

Cold and calculated my life like chess

So every move I make means one piece less

Through self mastery

I relieve stress

And reinforce what it really means to be the best

Then I

Scribe lines with the energy of sex and let

Raps caress tracks like fat ass and breasts

Feelin'

Then need to write, plant the seeds of life

Greenhouse procreates with every song we make

MC’s takin' my CD home to imitate my genome

Nine months later my seed is sown

You took biting to the point that your teeth cracked

I can see it in your smile

You got platinum plaque

But that’s my style dawg I gotta have it back

Point blank, no lie I’ll make sure we handle that

Time management

Time management

Nothin' but time on my hands

Time management

Time

Nothin' but time on my hands