Blueprint - Fresh lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, you know how we do Yeah... uh-huh, you know what time it is (Fresh!) My name is Blueprint You know how we do (Fresh!) It's that time again Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah [Verse One] I'm the man the whole underground is talkin' 'bout Cats stealin' my style before I even had an album out Two years ago the same cats was doubtin' me Heard me on "Alchemy," now they sound like me A bunch of powderpuffs rhymin' with aggression Forgot to follow the steps of natural progression I almost think you sat in on my sessions You came to cla** on time but you didn't study my lessons You only got a piece of the genuine article If I call you son it's because I followed you Thank me on your liner notes for makin it possible Every year I change it up and make it harder for you Now even art f*gs wanna sound conventional Can't rhyme on beat because they lack the rhythm to You get cool points cause I'm the one you listen to But lose 'em all cause you're not original, but I'm [Hook - repeat 2X] (Fresh!) Yeah you think you're grown Find somethin' else to do and stop bein' a clone

You're not (Fresh!) You've been at it for years Stop bitin' ideas, come up with somethin' on your own that's [Interlude] What these MCs be doin' y'all - straight sharkin' What these cats out here be doin' - straight sharkin' I don't think they heard you man, they - straight sharkin' Yeah, what these MCs be doin' - straight sharkin' [Verse Two] Man, these MC's gotta lotta nerve "I rhyme and do beats like you 'Print" - oh WORD? Like I'mma grade you on a curve My advice to you, master one of 'em first You're already a toy as it is On top of that you wanna go ahead and spread yourself too thin And just because I make it look easy Doesn't mean that any Tom, Dick and Harry can do this That's the kind of sh** I'm talkin about You been at it for a year and wanna put an album out You haven't even found your style You didn't even battle 'til you saw "8 Mile" Talkin 'bout what you wrote How you know so-and-so and you're the next one to blow You wanna rhyme and produce but s** at both And if you get on stage with that, you're headed for jokes [Hook]