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
Arguing 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 c**e
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 shook
I write my album on my sidekick
No paper no notebooks
Then rhyme for five minutes
Straight with no brakes and no hooks
No punch-lines no similes
So I'm easy to overlook
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