(Verse 1)   Slowly and steadily MC's are fallin' off like leprosy   Instead build immunity and spread insight through community   These fundamentals, form the crux of longevity   When melodies are looped and vocals harmonize in unity   Now, its 99 and ain't 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 there’s a thin line defined by greed many are passing   Known as crossing over for exposure some embark   Or cars, jewels and things that wont exist when we depart   Crews, don't snooze, or both 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 architect 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      (Verse 2)   Clutching my pen tight struggling to portray the right depiction   I'm punching the wall of writers block, hoping 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 there’s 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 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 architect 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      (Verse 3)   As I open my slanty eyes to this place called earth   I contemplate how music has lost artistic worth   And I'm shriveled 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 spit 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 lisping   When finished biting them, find your front teeth missing   I see ‘em sipping fine wines in spas, to match their image   Gimmicks.. I flap my jaws and their whole 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 blueprints...