BUILDING BLUEPRINT
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- Witness the plot thickens, his thoughts quicken, a guy named Wilson,
- Sippin’ Lipton, whistlin’ like Homer Simpson,
- Kept scratchin’, stackin’, pickin’ and packin’,
- Pimpin’ and passin’, thinking he’s livin’, never lackin’.
- Hooks up with women, kids in the crib, he’s feelin’ rich,
- Until twelve months later, eviction papers hit—life flipped switch.
- Now he’s homeless, building’s torn down, dreams demolished,
- Life before me? A slow climb, cluelessly polished.
- After he faced my wrath? Every step cursed,
- Opportunities burned, respect reversed.
- From confident struts to trudgin’ in streets, scared of the cold,
- Every move cautious, every thought bought and sold.
- No rhymes to sell, no crew to protect, just echoes of failure,
- I rewrote his life in bars, my victory the only savior.
- From brunches to benches, from bills to benches in parks,
- Life before me was light—after me, it’s all dark.
- I turned his ambition into ashes, his confidence into dust,
- Every plan, every hope, now dissolved in disgust.
- And if he thinks recovery’s coming? Nah, that’s fiction,
- I define destiny—he’s a cautionary tale, my jurisdiction.
- now let me tell you what my purpose is—U don’t gotta switch personas
- just because the money’s flourished in; and I ain’t gonna act with it
- honest, I should’ve warnedcha" that the form U were in was more than fit
- how you never had to go distortin’ it—the more U morphed your shit
- the more it showedchu' weren’t absorbent with the core within
- just forced attempts I had to sorta sift, a chore to flip—your whole performance set
- was awkward, stiff, so mournin’ Sid is what your orbit gets; ’cause beforehand?
- U were too bad, boy and couldn’t see the crowds eyelids lower quicker than lightning’s orbit dips
- strikin’ quick, vibe checkers zonin’ out, whatever U wrote to spit
- turned into watchin’ boredom drip, poured in drips, unfortunately for me, more than anyone in the audience
- your monotone aura hit right before I even performed a bit— so I’m forced to live with knowin’
- U were the warnin' skip, before The Great Nate stormed in sick, a roarin' blitz that tore the script &scorched the grid
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