BUILDING BLUEPRINT
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Real.
- steel in the stride, dt asphalt baked in the veins
- lived chapters thicker than tombs, dismiss the mundane
- had doubters play shortstop, kept me off home plate dirt
- now city halls my front porch, watch the whole damn city work
- they begged for a drought season, palms cracked to the sky
- sent monsoons through the speakers, let the truth amplify
- never, the word never the word dissolved like sugar in this aged whiskey
- flows first steps with olympic sprints, get dizzy
- paid debts in reverse order, stacked paper to the ceiling
- found peace that disarms stress, a different kind of feeling
- told the reaper "hold the scythe, we got unfinished talks"
- need that drive with granddad down woodward, show these city blocks
- proof the seed grew concrete forests where the doubt weeds died
- no lead in the race ever satisfies the pace inside
- fuck tryin' its a coffin for ambition still unborn
- either bulldoze through the wall or be the rubble, tattered and torn
- raised on crackling vinyl pac, biggie, ems sharp knife
- until my spot matches that juicy life, this engine stays on for life
- opposition just roadkill painted on the expressway
- home turf where every sunset feels like judgment day
- they scribble names in wet cement, I carve mine in the bedrock
- knew the crown was plastic until I forged it, clock the dreadnought
- we on. dt versus the echo, better than the claim
- first class spit I own the fuckin' plane
- metropolis pulse i felt it. metabolic combustion
- watch clones chase the hottest flame, end up as ashen reduction
- my heat dont need proximity, its core deep, solar flare
- name droppings for tourists, my legacys in the air
- respect is a loaded gun, only ogs hold the clip
- so I move silent, collect green, let the dividends rip
- same soul, upgraded chassis, never froze at the start line
- left the bleachers dusted, crew depth shifts the fault line
- need a queen with her own throne, not just a week long feature
- real recognizes real, period. end sermon. i teach em
- ///chorus \\\
- real aint a rental, its the deed in the vault
- sweat equity hustle, no shortcuts, no fault
- they mimic the cadence, but the souls on consignment
- while im laying the cornerstone with each enlightened assignment
- real. feel the foundation shake
- real. fakes hit the exit gate
- real. no participation trophy shelf
- real. built it myself, by myself
- ///verse 2 \\\
- flex the beat I am the detonation sequence
- so many fake prophets perish by their own weak thesis
- line em up fragile mannequins posin' with cheap gold
- watch their facade crumble, a story quickly told
- destruction self inflicted when weak beams hold the roof
- im the blueprint, the foreman, living, breathing proof
- no pope, no prophets shadow the architect, self made
- yall king titles borrowed. empire is the grade
- juggernaut with tectonic pressure when I speak
- basement dwellers clutching pearls, hear the framework creak
- vegas my safehouse jewels earned, not on loan
- who they expect? some placeholder? nah, the cornerstone
- phil jacksons zen like respect. but my plays aint from no clipboard
- uncoachable because the syllabus is life, hard and forward
- fuck your filtered highlights, your digital masquerade
- gobble noise I serve truth, a different charade
- this the flow that reset the clock, made the old sound ancient
- seen clones try transform, end up vacant, complacent
- people tryna be like a rich kid but decadence turns legends into caution signs
- play pretend with barbie cash, wreck before the finish line
- judgement on the counterfeit, blessings on the raw
- write this like black Beatle and marley and try aftershock. the new law
- dressed for the funeral of fakes, not elvis trends
- pelvis shots I erase the origin, the ends
- you stumped, been dug out deeper graves with less than a teaspoon
- one on yours childs play I decommission the weak one
- tryna be cool but I move silent, zero bond
- 100 mil the starting block. watch the true respond
- In the way become the pavement.. run or be erased
- barbershop debates are cute but I ended the fuckin' race
- some of yall and my homies the pillars. the foundation
- new niggas just background noise, a cheap imitation
- designer labels like shackles. white tee, cortez, clean slate
- the vette anonymous the powers in the gait, the state
- homeboys until the mic crack love yall, but the games callous
- this aint personal, its pest control for the talentless malice
- tryna silence your whole chorus, make your name a closed bracket
- nouns? verbs? save em. yall fresh out of racket
- competition and im the atmosphere the bars in orbit
- skydive toward it you'll need a prayer and a prophet
- pilotin' that G5 drunk prosthetic leg shakin'
- ima be pac blarin' vengeance the only course hes takin'
- stewardess whisperin' "your chutes a used trojan, dread..."
- game over. im certified. enough said
- ///chorus \\\
- real aint a rental, its the deed in the vault
- sweat equity hustle, no shortcuts, no fault
- they mimic the cadence, but the souls on consignment
- while im laying the cornerstone with each enlightened assignment
- real. foundation shake
- real. fakes hit the gate
- real. trophy shelf collectin' dust
- real. self made. self trust
- ///verse 3 \\\
- name in the ledger forged in magnolia thunder
- earth, wind and fire verse just split the clouds asunder
- dorothys flowers bloomed where the pavement turns to soil
- tales from the nooks birth kings, dismiss the royal turmoil
- wild magnolia roots deep, mother of the steadfast
- her lessons tin beans for winter, trust God, but chain the axle fast
- closure in the cadence, God witness, hova attest
- to slight of hand magicians fumbling with the snakes unrest
- solid as the bedrock birthed me, hence the rock I came with
- signed the name upon the hard rock, claimed the plot, endured the forfeit
- eyelashes catch heart rain, tissues angels breath at midnight
- blindsight to hindsight, passion play to pure limelight
- took time to get the mind right. spit intelligently
- spit mysteries, loft debates with dark ministry
- alhamdulillah, faith the compass through the static hiss
- reals the only monument that outlasts the abyss
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