Blueprint - Radio-Inactive lyrics
[Blueprint - Radio-Inactive lyrics]
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
Moving, locking 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 got a lot to whine about while you
Talking, wilding out, I’m posted
Outside the club, working passing flyers out
What’s Print's life about? The same
Thing I rhyme about
Make good music and give my
Fans something to smile about
You ought to try it out
We like to call it honesty
It's 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 eating real big and
Didn’t invite them to dinner
You wasn’t there when I put it in the oven
So when it's time to break bread, cousin
Don’t ask me for nothin'
Everybody got a rhyme
If not a rhyme they got a beat
If not ki's of cocaine, they all packing heat
So what they really telling me
When they ain’t outselling me?
And everything they say and do
Is fueled by their jealousy
I know you're trying 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?"
Telling 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 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
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
Moving, locking 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 got a lot to whine about while you
Talking, wilding out, I’m posted
Outside the club, working passing flyers out
What’s Print's life about? The same
Thing I rhyme about
Make good music and give my
Fans something to smile about
You ought to try it out
We like to call it honesty
It's 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 eating real big and
Didn’t invite them to dinner
You wasn’t there when I put it in the oven
So when it's time to break bread, cousin
Don’t ask me for nothin'
Everybody got a rhyme
If not a rhyme they got a beat
If not ki's of cocaine, they all packing heat
So what they really telling me
When they ain’t outselling me?
And everything they say and do
Is fueled by their jealousy
I know you're trying 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?"
Telling 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 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