Slowly and steadily MC's are fallin off like leprosy 

Instead build immunity and 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 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 1 out of 10 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.. 



[Chorus] 

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.. 

[scratch] 

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.. 



[Chorus] 

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 

[scratch] 

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 have you 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' 

Then when finished biting them, find your front teeth missing 

I see em sippin fine wines in spas, to match their image 

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 than diabetics receive 

Then in a better place may they peacefully rest 

In hopes that next time the blueprints they'll manifest 

Check the blueprint... 



[chorus] 

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 

[scratch] 

So respect the architect as we begin to build