Kero One - Windmills of The Soul (2007) by Kero One (보컬) on maniadb.com

(Verse 1, Kero One)
Its time to pump up the volume all you in the area
From suburbs, slums and ghettos through America
I?m here to break the barriers unify you and I
Cause under one God we all are humankind
No matter the race, creed, color, or state of mind
There?s much to celebrate in this space and time
So I .. deliver these rhymes to uplift the mind
Spirit and soul with every rhyme I unfold
And hold my head low and stay humble
Cause who knows what piece tomorrow will bring to the puzzle
I huddle my hands together and give praise
No matter the weather God?s sun provides the rays
And lights the way through this desolate maze
Where the obstacles of life can leave your confidence dazed
But I maintain through strife struggle and strain
Gain character from persevering through pain
And it?s strange how I?ve complained when others have had it worse
Lacking in understanding of the next mans hurt
But now I comprehend as I write this verse
So today I give thanks, ?today ya giving what??
So today I give praise, ?Kero One say it again?
So today we rejoice as we spit these words

(Chorus)
Saying... thanks, for the roof over our heads
As we rejoice, for every day that we?re fed
We giving praise ya?ll, to the creator above
For giving us hope in life and promoting the love
We give thanks, for the roof over our heads
As we rejoice, for every day that we?re fed
We givin praise yall to the creator above
For givin us this chance to expand the love

(Verse 2, Niamaj)
The earth rapidly rotates at a miraculous rate
And we still seek to find the definition of appreciate
The gift of life is a gift in itself see
And this goes out to middle class broke and wealthy
I like to recognize all the things in my lifetime
Stayin alive or the ability to write rhymes
Uplift the mind through these treacherous times
I give props to all mighty cause the sun still shines

I walk the earth mad cool with a righteous attitude
Manifest my humbleness and express my gratitude
Realize the worth and quality of things that I got
Cause all things that you have kid you might have not
As I drop you say ?word? but check the words that I say
Just like the Lord giveth he can taketh away
And today I take time to realize the strife
Of many people with they conflicts and difficult lives
Open your ears wide, I hope the message ya get
And if you?re broke with no job or financially set let?s correct
The issues at hand the moves we faking
And start demonstrating the love for appreciation
Like Mobb Deep we got ya stuck off the realness
And motivate so ya next to kin will feel this
We on drive ya best peel quick
Niamaj and Kero One?s bout to tell ya what the deal is
Not to preach or bore ya with flows
Celebration is the key so the chorus it goes?

(Verse 3, Kero One and Niamaj)
We give thanks for the roof over our heads
And rejoice, for every day that we're fed
We give praise for good peoples around us
Uplifting the spirit let progression surround us
And count the blessings found in life?s lessons
With every negative there?s a positive message
So step in these shoes for just a few
They may fit snug, if so we?re talking to you
Our story unfolds in a town with a beautiful view
Where money flows through pockets but people still feud
And closer to the ground, bums hunger for food
Embracing nickels of hope or pennies just for booze
While we view, the television we see
People at war with each other, themselves, and we
Dying by the thousands, how thankful we be
So I?m trying to keep it moving ?cause there?s a reason we?re free?
I said we gotta keep it moving ?theres a reason we?re free?
Yo we trying to make moves ?one time for ya mind?
I said we gotta keep it moving
So we find humility?..and give thanks to thee.

Now as I rise from the underground destinations unknown
Like a feather, goin wherever the wind is blowin'
Music is my transportation my tank is full,
My alter egos on production providing the fuel
My school of thought is elementary bringin it back to basics
Lacing the cuts like surgeons givin hiphop a facelift
The formula's this: raw beats for consumption
With more dope lines than Scarface equals combustion
Burning competition, when Keros on the scene
I fuel flames to burn emcees with more degrees than PhDs
Still, the unidentified object, mics I spark it
Providin light like Christ to guide the lost out of darkness
Orally deadly leaving my teeth with cavities
Drop science like Galileo as foes fall like gravity
I'm flippin concepts conscious like Confucius
So twist your thinking caps to the side and ride the music

Now that you know a bit about me, its time we dig deeper,
Got my Seoul from Korea, names Kero nice to meet you
Spare time I tag trains and get brain dead from my Nokia
And when planets align, I write rhymes for nonbelievers
Flipping pages like beepers, but in Meads and Trapper Keepers
Filled with these rhymes I wrote in front of my boring teachers
And for a breather I'd smoke refer at recess for leisure
Blunts burned, till I learned it made my mind weaker
Flippin freestyles ciphers from morning to noon
Coming of the top like bras on honeymoons
Yeah the good old days, when everything was new
Lounging with crew, pounding brews, we'd seldom sing the blues
Spending all day flippin skate boards on pavement
Who woulda of thunk, a chunk of wood could make poor kids famous
And I'm sayin things are changing, enjoy the ride
With the creator on my passenger side I will survive
As I reminisce on this journey from adolescence
God gives me the gift of today I call the present
I said God gives me the gift of today?

(Verse 1)
It's way past my curfew in an emcee circle
rhyme dispersal, the ones without rehearsal
and if Pops found me, I'd get smacked hard
by that tree branch from my own backyard
cause it was all about textbooks and grades with A's
something hard to juggle as a hiphop slave
skating on pave, or lounging after school with my crew
writing tags on the bus, or finding ways to rock a shoe
paying dues no return no concern back then
like fat kids in lunch lines at shows packed in
for rhyme battles with ill punch lines at crunch time
by unknown emcees thinking why aren't they signed?
then I'd pick up a pen and express
rhymes were nonsense but nonetheless were off my chest
while some thought I should stop wasting my breath
dent on confidence I put my pen to rest
so what's left but getting high every day
rolling blunts with vegas, smoking profit away
Cypress Hill on play singing stoned is the way…
singing stoned is the way…
(chorus)
And its like that I'm telling ya
That's the way it went down, down down
And it's like that I'm telling ya yo the truth is out my story is found
And its like that I'm telling ya
That's the way it went down, down down
And its like that I'm telling ya, yo the truth is out
My story is found..
(Verse 2)
And with mad smoke came the need for entertainment
But Hiphop radio was now playing some strange hits
clubs gettin closed, cause money was tight
folks would rather find some ass.. than that hiphop trash
and can I blame em? I'm sayin, things were rock bottom
With exceptions of few, my head was rarely nodding
So I got in a zone and blew the dust off my notepad
Arm wrestled with words, struggled with vocab
then wrote, slowly steadily something something
if lyrics were harsh the beats had to be bumping
no frontin, right off the bat some turned their backs
but many felt the same which put my name on the map
and brought me down my coast , Japan and back
mad support from locals cats, like homies at Stacks
with blunts burnt out at the end of its road
blazing trails on a spiritual path, with new goals
and that's how it went how the plot unfolds
they asked about the story so let it be told
(chorus)
And its like that I'm telling ya
That's the way it went down, down down
And it's like that I'm telling ya yo the truth is out my story is found
And its like that I'm telling ya
That's the way it went down, down down
And its like that I'm telling ya, yo the truth is out
My story is found..
(Verse 3)
Singing one for free cans and two for mean streaks
That's the very track that put my past in the streets
Deejays copped doubles to juggle the beats
using language that managed to let their hands speak
To peeps that showed love but not all felt this rhyme sayer
Non believers, killing vibes like Cal Tjader
Cause of my race or the way I appeared
But still I ran the race when placed to the rear
imagine a gook, a youth jumped by truth
kicked out spots at age five cause eyes looked glued
mentally struck, forget peaches and cream and such
but it built my biceps and today I lift up
jotting down facts and pouring out my soul in these raps
fingers crossed, till herds are left with words that last
and beats that make dancers put soul in their movements
Wreckin' shop from the bay, La back to Brooklyn
Kids scratch temples, scientists bite fists
Kero's on the scene shining light through mist
Cause if I'm not fueling the flame I'm like a puppet
My mouth might move but I ain't sayin nothing
So stay tuned to see how this ends
Sayin peace, sincerely yours, till we meet again
Sayin peace..till we meet again
Sayin peace…

(chorus)
I'm wanderin free..just living in a dream..
every day that goes by..is the same old thing

(Verse 1)
I push myself out of bed and wrestle with the clock
every day this battle's fought, snooze buttons a flop
but today I win the struggle, with time to cuddle
embrace my girl to keep my mind outta trouble
hear the bubble of the bong envelope the smoke
clear the bowl take a toke leaving me in a choke
"ring" your a joke! all in my ear through the phone
that's my OTHER girl, the one that hates when I'm stoned
so I'm torn but I know where my heart is
but the temptress's so inventive when I spark it
seducin me with her words in different ways I never heard
the pipe or the girl.. which one do I prefer?
Thinking too much, I need to get my ass to school
always late to class in fact barely getting through
grades are slippin, minds flippin on me
thinking crazy thoughts man it's like a dream

(chorus)
I'm wanderin free..just living in a dream..
every day that goes by..is the same old thing

(Verse 2)
so now I'm on the shame train bus 23
thinkin bout friends, foes and family
like how my best friend was family to me
till making friends with the foe to become my enemy
but see, times weren't always ugly like that
from first girl kiss to thrown fist he had my back
until his train of thought got derailed off track
by that rock known as crack placed in his path
but how could I tell? he played it off real well
smooth talker with the ladies who made his stories gel
in and out of jail with babies on the way


kicked out of his crib, so with me I let him stay
loaning him cash for rainy days and entertainment
but at that rate, sun rays came like his payments
in fact, his payback robbing the crib like R. Kelly
money taken from me, like he was not guilty
and never found exit only his next hit
his will power had biceps but couldn't flex it
now he's in prison forgiven I won't forget
our youth and how surreal this life can get...

(chorus)
I'm wanderin free..just living in a dream..
every day that goes by..is the same old thing

(Verse 3)
yo my exit's here, i hit the bell for the bus stop
still in a zone, herb does that when you must talk
my girls waiting, arms folded with that look
the look that makes me want to go to sleep or read text books
man what do I tell her, I know who I'd choose
but before my lips could move, she leaves me confused
off in the distance, she's shrinking from view
but I guess that's the truth on this path I pursue
where focus is gone, smoking every night
choking from bongs, blunts, pipes, and this life
I need to make things right I wanna feel what's real
cause livin' in a dream got my purpose concealed
so I gaze at my classmates, running with backpacks
rushing like they cared so much what if I had that?
I ask that as I pick up me feet
showered by sunrays but wandering free
and blend into the scene where things aint what they seem
into a scene where things ain't what they seem
searching for a moment of clarity창?짝
it's like I'm living in a dream.

(Verse 1)
The phone rings, it?s a quarter to 9
I?m slippin? on some fresh kicks and jacket with matching lining
My boys on the line and announcing the time and
How I need to hurry cause its bout to be live man
A parties jumping off Dj?s bringin beats
My boys bringing his girl, the one he met last week
Mad geeked he says peace and ends the conversation with that
Not sure what to expect, but that?s the beauty perhaps
So I rush out of my crib followed by the door
Meet up, get to the club, make my way to the floor,
I?m seeing girls showing flesh, dancing shoes in full effect
My boys in the vicinity his girls to his left
Rubbing her bootie on me, when his heads turned right
Yo a cutie indeed, damn, but something ain?t right
So I ignore her gestures, and proceed with my business
Just enjoying music and some physical fitness
And when the nights over yo we're back at my boys crib
He dips to the store, so I?m alone with his mistress
She sits at a distance ..but what is this?
She?s throwing charm like javelins traveling within inches
I duck and dodge but now her hands on my leg
Damn she?s creeping towards red I hold my head and beg?

(Chorus)
Father, don't let me be tempted, cause I been that route
Sayin father don?t let me be tempted I been there before
(repeat)

(Verse 2)
And after nights like that, I?m dead tired at work
Behind on deadlines and a boss that?s a jerk
2 years under my belt, sitting here, what?s the worth?
Staring at a screen until my vision is blurred
Word, I?m trying to get by, cause I must survive
Living for measly checks till the day that I die?
Never that, settle that I hear a voice in my head sing
Just then I see a pen and timecard for weeks ending

Yeah I worked plenty, but the question is when
I can say I worked 20 when I only did 10
And pretend, cause with the extra ends there?s plenty to spend on
Or if accounts in the red, its what I?ll depend on
Once the rents gone, and its due real soon
So I?m convincing myself, my lies could be true
And its funny, how money can change your thinking
Like a boat that floats false hope when your sinking
I?m flinching I pause with a pen in my palm
I see two doors so to my lord I sing this song...

(Chorus)
Saying father, don't let me be tempted, cause I been that route
Saying father don?t let me be tempted I been there before
(repeat)

(Verse 3)
I?m saying, twist ya thinking caps to the side
I?m saying one time for your mind one time
I?m like walking the ave on a hot ass day
Just got off that job with that modest pay
But yo I?m on my way hold up on my way
Banks close at 6 and cash is calling my name
So as I rush the door I brush shoulders with this stranger
Who gets angered, throwing curses my way
Straight disturbed but I say ?sorry man? and keep walking
But he keeps talking shouting ?chink!? from his coffin
Often that words left herbs bloody like tampons
The setting?s ironic cause someone?s bout to get banked on
I?m amped son, blood is pumping through veins
I?m making knuckle sandwiches and lunch is on me now
I know with every pickle there?s a way out
Just brush my shoulders off and go with the safe route
But this time it?s different, or is it? I play out
These thoughts in my mind, then from my mouth I sang out?

In the beginning, I remember that God made man crafted in his image, with his own hands then out of mans rib, came the woman the creatures we love, like or don’t understand but its amazing, I see God's beauty through her physical design plus her mind combined defines miracle and I’m not convinced that a mineral or bang from the sky can derive such individuals and as the world turns, I wonder with concern the time we'll meet and complete each other words I’m kidding, but who says fantasies forbidden see I’m the type of cat, that express myself from within driven, to promote love in every essence living by this mission its hard to miss the blessings caressing the mic like a newlywed wife ink flows from my pen in hopes to truly shed light upon this situation that I’m faced with one that takes patience to build on foundation that we both share now that’s stimulation anything less don’t impress know what I’m sayin? I look into the mirror and everyday it gets clear I gotta steer from the places I’ve veered I said I look into the mirror and everyday it gets clear I gotta steer... (Chorus) Cause I’ve been lookin for love lookin for love yall In all the wrong places. lookin for love lookin for love yall In all the wrong places. (verse 2) And in the summer, heat waves rise from the street pave warm nights mixed drinks dope djs females super fly, showing mad thigh thoughts of lust rush guys dont ask why is it her presence or feminine vibe? when her body rebels against a vertical line? that got guys lying for personal time and once they get their catch , they back on the grind and i'm just kicking my feet up like Bruce Lee reclined, when this dime approaches within few feet style, not unique, but def got the beauty so who cares when this cutie now pursues me and with charm I’m on her arm like Coachbag one of the few effortless things life threw back then like annoyed smokers we found no match and fell apart, without knowing romance but what I found, proved to be more special a lesson from experience, a jewel for the mental shining from my notepad with rhymes signed in pencil outlining my finding using life as a stencil and for this I feel mad fortunate for real I’m done with that short term fix and I ask can I be fortunate? to know that I’m done with this (Chorus) Cause I’ve been looking for love looking for love yall In all the wrong places. looking for love looking for love yall In all the wrong places. (verse 3) And now I ponder, about the times that we might have caressing questions that sing from my mic stand like damn whats these feelings I’m revealing like if I’d tell tha fellas I’d get smacked in my melon but its unique love only women can provide I seent it in my moms, I seent it in her eyes I seent it in these guys when proposing to their brides down on bended knee with diamonds shining near her thighs it makes me visualize, the way that we'd get down I’d take the lead, and no doubt you'd wear the crown the one I’d serve, cause she feels my vibe supports my wings, till the day that we fly and I know that right now, that we’d grow despite how the world is on our shoulders trying to control our lifestyles we wont get wiped out, if on the right route soon we'll reunite and then I’ll recite out… since the beginning of man our separation is fact I said you came from mans rib now I’m taking it back I said you came from mans rib and now I’m taking it back I said you came from mans rib so join me as.. we find love, we’ll find love girl in all the wrong places…

Verse1: I put the needle to the groove and let my physical move/ to these deep funky rhythms that uplift my mood/ flippin' through tunes and stacks of wax for quality/ addicted to vinyl and my only cure is poverty/ getting fingers dusty in a number of states/ is the thrill the kill or hunt for chase/catch me diggin in crates.. for fatter breaks than pangea/ makin beats for streets creatin a buzz like sangria/ searchin groove merchants and virgin soil for soul/ ..unearthin beats that make your body lose control/ and it dont stop a story telling never ending/ cali’s the setting the plots a pot forever melting/ connectin cultures, through music its amusing/ disk jockies.. rock parties.. and its records they're using awesome feeling my noddin head forecasts/ its the beats, no the vibe, man i cant hold back/ (chorus) so yes party people are you feeling the vibes/ records are rotatin i'm feelin alright/ we resurrect old artists and help their music survive/ so join us on this ride to keepin vinyl alive/ verse2 and now its Friday I just got paid/ I’m off to vinyl shops cause hunger can wait/ And I’ll explore stores mining for that diamond in the rough/ without music I’m handicapped and vinyls my crutch/ lifting me up… inverting my frown when I’m down/ mentally I hear its melodies but yet to be found/ so I lounge untill that day we’re bound by destiny/ Looking past the cover to see if its meant to be/ cuz if its unique I’ll discover whats underneath/ to reveal its true appeal and if we’re destined to meet/ and check the rhythm, check the rhythm like this/ and check the rhythm..cuz true love is in sync/ as I flirt with wax in search of romance/ honeymoon in my room and give birth to tracks/ and perhaps happily after this chapter will end/ its the beats or the steez...damn I can’t comprehend.../ (chorus) its like this yall, are you feeling the vibes?/ records are rotatin i'm feelin alright/ we resurrect old artists and help their music survive/ so join us on this ride to keepin vinyl alive/

Chorus It goes 1 for free cans/ and 2 for mean streaks/ 3 for fat markers that we use to bomb streets/ 4 for cops makin' your heart beat thump, often the rush is enough to motivate us to bust/ but i'll avoid the buff by all means necessary/ bombin' strategically to have one less adversary/ and cops work the beat so my feet move with rhythm/ on the ankle express to manifest youth and rebellion/ riskin' freedom to animate cities we live in/ using weapons from neckup and ambition like ammunition/ pushin' the envelope of graff higher for writers/ as kings develop styles and inspire the birth of biters/ toys sketch on papyrus, then graduate to streets/ spawning new admirers and the cycle repeats/ and it goes... chorus 1 for free cans, 2 for the crew, 3 toy writers keeping our confidence fueled/ 4 for cops makin your heart beat thump / often that rush is enough to motivate us to bust/ now if paintings are rich in content am I defacing walls/ or breakin the law if recognitions my accomplice/ I ponder.. while stompin' through concrete museums/ painting property consciously cause gangs are on surveilance/ indecent exposure is graffiti what it seems to be?/ when bringin color to poverty stricken sceneries/ still a starving artist, cause i'd rather buy paint/ when passion is massive peripheral become faint/ My eyes on the prize untill I'm tried by police / but as soon as i'm released you know the cycle repeats/ and it goes.. chorus 1 for free cans/ and 2 for mean streaks/ 3 for fat markers that we use to bomb streets/ 4 for cops makin your heart beat thump/ often that rush is enough to motivate us to bust/

(Verse 1)
In this game I don't claim to be a veteran,
I'm just spittin lyrical Excedrin for brethren,
medicine to keep your head from spinning when
rappers mumble jargon, I fumble rhymes and start an arson
burning gassed up heads and sparking light to brighten dark ends
of the mind, now let it shine
so we can all be the kerosene
fearing no team man or human being are you believing?
if I speak truth will I lose market share?
cause it's something the public wont digest in its ears?
well I don't care. I'm rolling on spares
on the road surpassing obstacles that's there
and I swear I'll hold down the fort like mayor
as a temporary duty since my home ain't here
I said I swear I hold down the fort like mayor
as a love for the people since my home ain't here
and its time...
(verse 2)
I feel like an alien outcast in a world so vast
searching miles for my niche but lost in the mist
so what's the answer to this...
cause one always exists, with every question that hits
and yeah, some hit like Tyson, hard to the jaw
impairing your ability to answer at all
leaving the question in awe cause we ain't trying to fight back
but if we're born with teeth we're born to bite back
so I ask, how long does life lasts
regardless of color or age can it go in a flash
well in fact, it really only lasts a minute versus the infinite
a concept too intricate for the intellect
so some get intimate with earths filthiness
where melodies are dark and human's are used as instruments
where drugs and booze are often abused
best friends stab backs then wrap their arms around you
where its true lives are driven by power and fame
driven by sex, success, approval, and pain
and for what? Nothing's left when we're driven to graves
just memories of the past, or a loved ones pain
and its real what's seen today fades away
but the unseen's eternal so I cherish its stay
the un-American way but I must maintain
cause if I forfeit my soul, then what's been gained?
(verse 3)
So sometimes, I grab my pen and write rhymes
my mind breathes when the ink flows into nighttime
I plant seeds, and watch 'em grow into trees
produce fruit from leaves and feed the people in need
and that's the truth if that fruit is wealthy
who cares if music's moving if the products unhealthy
I'm looking at the crowd for that one who felt me
helping' me raise the bet on these cards God dealt me
but still some doubt it's worth pursuing
we've all been given gifts so now how we going to use 'em
I'm on the outside looking in at the confusion
I been there before swinging fists at those illusions
now I fight the hands of time, with my might
so my life can be seen as worthy in hindsight
I clutch my mic tight and ponder the way
reflecting back sometimes on this temporary stay
but I won't get attached cause I know where home is
and reach out to souls that are currently homeless
cause some claim the earth and clown around 'till it hurts us
in this circus a juggling act that makes me nervous
maybe its entertaining when you look at its surface
but step outside the ring and ask is it all worth it
just step outside the ring and ask is it all worth it
just step outside the ring on this temporary stay..

Slowly and steadily
MC's are fallin off like leprosy
Instead build immunity
spread insight through
community
These fundamentals form the
krux of longevity
When melodies are looped and
vocals harmonize in unity now
its 99 and aint a
damn thing changed
Some seek the fain
fame as wealth
manipulates the brain let me
paint this picture
your minds the canvas many
claim their real and later
flake like dandruff
Cause one out of ten
stick to their words
The other 9 stick to my
nikes and get
rubbed out on the curb
Lets be real
we're paper chasin'
for financial backing
But theres a thin line
defined by need and greed
many are passing
Known as crossing over for
exposure some embark
Or cars jewels and
shit that wont
exist when we depart
Crews
don't snooze or
eyes become bruised
This goes
out to those that slept
knew the deal or were confused
Check the blueprint

So MC's
take it back to lyricism
Producers
pour out your heart
into the rhythm
DJ's pay bills develop skills
And respect the architecht
as we begin to
build And check the blueprint
to keep the
culture alive And check the
blueprint so as an artist
you can survive
And check the blueprint
I speak these
words without frills
So respect the architect
as we begin to build
Clutchin my pen tight strugglin
to portray the right depiction
I'm punchin the
wall of writers block
loathing for recognition
Nowadays your not heard
unless your posing an image
With watered down lyrics that
appeal to most who listen
Instead i'll water the roots
so branches will replenish
Expanding elements that
pioneers started building
Hiphop houses so many free
loading MC's I
feel theres only a few
tenants who've been
paying their fees
360 degrees what goes
around comes back
I'm smoking mics as
I inhale lies and exhale facts
Unfold the blueprints
the plans for improvement
Bridging gaps between the mind
ball point pen and the clueless
Innovation is useless
once you forget the essence
So respect the architect
pick up your pens and start
sketchin
Pick up your pens and start
sketching
So MC's
take it back to lyricism
Producers
pour out your
heart into the rhythm
DJ's pay bills develop skills
And respect the architecht
as we begin to
build And check the blueprint
to keep the
culture alive And check the
blueprint so as an artist
you can survive
And check the blueprint
I speak these
words without frills
So respect the architect
as we begin to build
As I open my slanty eyes
to this place called earth
I contemplate how music
has lost artistic worth
And I'm shrivled up in my niche
like the scrotum
when its freezing
With bags under my eyes
on account of too much sleeping
Because of these lies in
rap that I can't feel
Leaving me dazed
with the phrase 'i keep it real'
How many times heard this being
fed through your ears
I'd rather be fed in the mouth
to shit it out from the rear
Claiming their underground
but underwater their wrinkling
And me like water buoys to that
level I'm never sinking
Sink your teeth into my words
hard enough to be lispin'
when you finished biting them
find your front teeth
missing I see em
sippin fine wines in spas
to match their image
is Gimmicks I flap my jaws
and their squads diminished
I don't mess with glocks
but metaphorically in speech
I'd like to pump em'
with more shots
diabetics receive
Then in a better
place may they peacefully rest
In hopes that next
time the blueprints
they'll manifest
Check the blueprint
Check the blueprint
So MC's
take it back to lyricism
Producers
pour out your
heart into the rhythm
DJ's pay bills develop skills
And respect the architecht
as we begin to
build And check the blueprint
to keep the
culture alive And check the
blueprint so as an artist
you can survive
And check the blueprint
I speak these
words without frills
So respect the architect
as we begin to build

Slowly and steadily
MC's are fallin off like leprosy
Instead build immunity
spread insight through
community
These fundamentals form the
krux of longevity
When melodies are looped and
vocals harmonize in unity now
its 99 and aint a
damn thing changed
Some seek the fain
fame as wealth
manipulates the brain let me
paint this picture
your minds the canvas many
claim their real and later
flake like dandruff
Cause one out of ten
stick to their words
The other 9 stick to my
nikes and get
rubbed out on the curb
Lets be real
we're paper chasin'
for financial backing
But theres a thin line
defined by need and greed
many are passing
Known as crossing over for
exposure some embark
Or cars jewels and
shit that wont
exist when we depart
Crews
don't snooze or
eyes become bruised
This goes
out to those that slept
knew the deal or were confused
Check the blueprint

So MC's
take it back to lyricism
Producers
pour out your heart
into the rhythm
DJ's pay bills develop skills
And respect the architecht
as we begin to
build And check the blueprint
to keep the
culture alive And check the
blueprint so as an artist
you can survive
And check the blueprint
I speak these
words without frills
So respect the architect
as we begin to build
Clutchin my pen tight strugglin
to portray the right depiction
I'm punchin the
wall of writers block
loathing for recognition
Nowadays your not heard
unless your posing an image
With watered down lyrics that
appeal to most who listen
Instead i'll water the roots
so branches will replenish
Expanding elements that
pioneers started building
Hiphop houses so many free
loading MC's I
feel theres only a few
tenants who've been
paying their fees
360 degrees what goes
around comes back
I'm smoking mics as
I inhale lies and exhale facts
Unfold the blueprints
the plans for improvement
Bridging gaps between the mind
ball point pen and the clueless
Innovation is useless
once you forget the essence
So respect the architect
pick up your pens and start
sketchin
Pick up your pens and start
sketching
So MC's
take it back to lyricism
Producers
pour out your
heart into the rhythm
DJ's pay bills develop skills
And respect the architecht
as we begin to
build And check the blueprint
to keep the
culture alive And check the
blueprint so as an artist
you can survive
And check the blueprint
I speak these
words without frills
So respect the architect
as we begin to build
As I open my slanty eyes
to this place called earth
I contemplate how music
has lost artistic worth
And I'm shrivled up in my niche
like the scrotum
when its freezing
With bags under my eyes
on account of too much sleeping
Because of these lies in
rap that I can't feel
Leaving me dazed
with the phrase 'i keep it real'
How many times heard this being
fed through your ears
I'd rather be fed in the mouth
to shit it out from the rear
Claiming their underground
but underwater their wrinkling
And me like water buoys to that
level I'm never sinking
Sink your teeth into my words
hard enough to be lispin'
when you finished biting them
find your front teeth
missing I see em
sippin fine wines in spas
to match their image
is Gimmicks I flap my jaws
and their squads diminished
I don't mess with glocks
but metaphorically in speech
I'd like to pump em'
with more shots
diabetics receive
Then in a better
place may they peacefully rest
In hopes that next
time the blueprints
they'll manifest
Check the blueprint
Check the blueprint
So MC's
take it back to lyricism
Producers
pour out your
heart into the rhythm
DJ's pay bills develop skills
And respect the architecht
as we begin to
build And check the blueprint
to keep the
culture alive And check the
blueprint so as an artist
you can survive
And check the blueprint
I speak these
words without frills
So respect the architect
as we begin to build

Verse1:

I put the needle to the groove and let my physical move/
to these deep funky rhythms that uplift my mood/
flippin' through tunes and stacks of wax for quality/
addicted to vinyl and my only cure is poverty/
getting fingers dusty in a number of states/
is the thrill the kill or hunt for chase/catch me diggin in crates..
for fatter breaks than pangea/
makin beats for streets creatin a buzz like sangria/
searchin groove merchants and virgin soil for soul/
..unearthin beats that make your body lose control/
and it dont stop a story telling never ending/
cali’s the setting the plots a pot forever melting/
connectin cultures, through music its amusing/
disk jockies.. rock parties.. and its records they're using
awesome feeling my noddin head forecasts/
its the beats, no the vibe, man i cant hold back/


(chorus)

so yes party people are you feeling the vibes/
records are rotatin i'm feelin alright/
we resurrect old artists and help their music survive/
so join us on this ride to keepin vinyl alive/

verse2


and now its Friday I just got paid/
I’m off to vinyl shops cause hunger can wait/
And I’ll explore stores mining for that diamond in the rough/
without music I’m handicapped and vinyls my crutch/
lifting me up… inverting my frown when I’m down/
mentally I hear its melodies but yet to be found/
so I lounge untill that day we’re bound by destiny/
Looking past the cover to see if its meant to be/
cuz if its unique I’ll discover whats underneath/
to reveal its true appeal and if we’re destined to meet/
and check the rhythm, check the rhythm like this/
and check the rhythm..cuz true love is in sync/
as I flirt with wax in search of romance/
honeymoon in my room and give birth to tracks/
and perhaps happily after this chapter will end/
its the beats or the steez...damn I can’t comprehend.../

(chorus)

its like this yall, are you feeling the vibes?/
records are rotatin i'm feelin alright/
we resurrect old artists and help their music survive/
so join us on this ride to keepin vinyl alive/

Chorus

It goes 1 for free cans/ and 2 for mean streaks/
3 for fat markers that we use to bomb streets/
4 for cops makin' your heart beat thump, often the rush is enough to motivate us to bust/

but i'll avoid the buff by all means necessary/
bombin' strategically to have one less adversary/
and cops work the beat so my feet move with rhythm/
on the ankle express to manifest youth and rebellion/
riskin' freedom to animate cities we live in/
using weapons from neckup and ambition like ammunition/
pushin' the envelope of graff higher for writers/
as kings develop styles and inspire the birth of biters/
toys sketch on papyrus, then graduate to streets/
spawning new admirers and the cycle repeats/ and it goes...

chorus

1 for free cans, 2 for the crew, 3 toy writers keeping our confidence fueled/
4 for cops makin your heart beat thump /
often that rush is enough to motivate us to bust/

now if paintings are rich in content am I defacing walls/
or breakin the law if recognitions my accomplice/
I ponder.. while stompin' through concrete museums/
painting property consciously cause gangs are on surveilance/
indecent exposure is graffiti what it seems to be?/
when bringin color to poverty stricken sceneries/
still a starving artist, cause i'd rather buy paint/
when passion is massive peripheral become faint/
My eyes on the prize untill I'm tried by police /
but as soon as i'm released you know the cycle repeats/ and it goes..

chorus

1 for free cans/ and 2 for mean streaks/ 3 for fat markers that we use to bomb streets/
4 for cops makin your heart beat thump/
often that rush is enough to motivate us to bust/

Verse1:

I put the needle to the groove and let my physical move/
to these deep funky rhythms that uplift my mood/
flippin' through tunes and stacks of wax for quality/
addicted to vinyl and my only cure is poverty/
getting fingers dusty in a number of states/
is the thrill the kill or hunt for chase/catch me diggin in crates..
for fatter breaks than pangea/
makin beats for streets creatin a buzz like sangria/
searchin groove merchants and virgin soil for soul/
..unearthin beats that make your body lose control/
and it dont stop a story telling never ending/
cali’s the setting the plots a pot forever melting/
connectin cultures, through music its amusing/
disk jockies.. rock parties.. and its records they're using
awesome feeling my noddin head forecasts/
its the beats, no the vibe, man i cant hold back/


(chorus)

so yes party people are you feeling the vibes/
records are rotatin i'm feelin alright/
we resurrect old artists and help their music survive/
so join us on this ride to keepin vinyl alive/

verse2


and now its Friday I just got paid/
I’m off to vinyl shops cause hunger can wait/
And I’ll explore stores mining for that diamond in the rough/
without music I’m handicapped and vinyls my crutch/
lifting me up… inverting my frown when I’m down/
mentally I hear its melodies but yet to be found/
so I lounge untill that day we’re bound by destiny/
Looking past the cover to see if its meant to be/
cuz if its unique I’ll discover whats underneath/
to reveal its true appeal and if we’re destined to meet/
and check the rhythm, check the rhythm like this/
and check the rhythm..cuz true love is in sync/
as I flirt with wax in search of romance/
honeymoon in my room and give birth to tracks/
and perhaps happily after this chapter will end/
its the beats or the steez...damn I can’t comprehend.../

(chorus)

its like this yall, are you feeling the vibes?/
records are rotatin i'm feelin alright/
we resurrect old artists and help their music survive/
so join us on this ride to keepin vinyl alive/