[starts at 6:03 mark of "Liberated"]



[Chorus: Blueprint]

Hold up, who you talkin to?  I don't like your fuckin attitude

Who you talkin to?  I don't like your fuckin attitude

Who you talkin to?  I don't like your fuckin attitude

Hold up man, who you talkin to?



[Blueprint]

I aim for the stars, with the focus of a marksmen

And found out the hard way success is a moving target

For most artists it's so hard to hit

And so easy to quit, at the first sign of hardship

But hardship only increases how hard I spit

Respect's hard to earn, money's hard to get

I'm at the school of hard knocks with no scholarship

So everything I got I gotta work hard for it

From props and respects down to dollars and cents

I never been a product of put-ons or politics

Or caught up in drama and a bunch of conflicts

Ask me about other people's beef - no comment

I got enough problems of my own to deal with

To diss the next man's music cause I don't feel it?  Shit

Open your eyes man it's common sense

If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense/cents



[Chorus]



[Blueprint]

The rap game's off the chain, it reminds me of streetball

No playbooks, no referees makin calls

Nobody plays D, everybody wants to score

Pass the ball away you won't see it any more

You got a plan, me too, let's build this team

Pool our resources and make this cream

You got dreams, so do I dog, we ain't that different

What seperates us is how we go about tryin to get it

I don't care how you get, if it's workin them I'm with it

I've never been too proud to listen

The bottom line is I gotta respect your approach

Especially if what you doin is gettin results

I'm sick of feelin like I'm standin still blowin smoke

Arguin with a bunch of dudes that's all broke

Or battlin cats that want the same thing

Too proud to admit we're on the same team

Open your eyes man it's common sense

If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense/cents

Again, this is common sense

If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense/cents



[Chorus]