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Blueprint - 1988 lyrics
Uh-huh, yeah
 Printmatic, you know the name
 Behind the curtain like the Hunchback of Notre Dame
 I'll steal the show, then your dame
 This nigga down like dropping off in the pouring rain
 My mind stays stuck on filth
 Black cheerleaders ain't trying to fuck a mill
 It's only cause I got your moms on tilt
 You found out it wasn't toothpaste on her quilt
 Sue me, I told you that you sorry
 But Billy Blanks got you thinkin' that you know Karate
 I need to know I play matchmaker as a hobby
 I can introduce speed knots, to your body
 You wanna playa hate, we can take it back to '88
 My catelogue's an epilogue dog, all can set tapes
 And I hope to god you're a scholar
 Cause before I test your rhymes I'm a test your knowledge
 Crush any attempts to act brolic
 You the kinda dude I used to lift up in college
 Hands around you, fucked like a dome collar
 Over some small shit like 50 dollars
 You don't want that dude to come outside again
 For real... You better stay in the pocket
 Uh huh, yeah... hahBlueprint - 1988 - http://motolyrics.com/blueprint/1988-lyrics.html
 I used to be a purist
 About the records I've been coppin'
 Don't nobody care about that shit unless the beat knocks
 Sometimes I'm on some bassline, 808 shit
 Now I'm on some old dirty drum-break shit
 No denyin'
 Most people listen to their music while they're drivin
 So the next time you think you got a classic
 Throw it all around and listen to it in some traffic
 Make sure you roll the windows down
 Be honest about yourself about how your shit sounds
 Life would be better if more people did that
 I wouldn't have to wait through demo's full of crap
 Too many wack rappers fuckin' up the game
 Too many independant acts sounding the same
 Poppin' shit on the net to get a name
 Give props to eachother, sit around and complain
 Your whole philosophy is flawed when your top 10
 Is full of cats you know, and nobody that I heard before
 I need to understand I'm not new to this
 You are for 2 bars I know all your influences
 And ain't none of them tight
 You all need to put down the fuckin' mic
 Sounding corny shit..
 Stay in the pocket












