Radio-Inactive

[Blueprint] It's my time I'm 'bout to blow You slept first, but now you know The rap game, a thousand clones All worried about their clothes I used to chill at my home Now I’m all about the road Movin lockin down the shows Hit the tele, count the dough Shake hands, make plans, rent vans, make fans, god damn This is how a little boy became a man You want the fame and all the riches Big name model bitches But you don’t want to hustle twice as hard to try to get it You gotta a lot to whine about While you talking, wild n out I’m posted outside the club Workin passin flyers out What’s Prints life about? The same thing I rhyme about Make good music and give my fans something to smile about You outta try it out We like to call it honesty, its the best policy The reason why they follow me My reputation precedes me The rap game needs me Cause I do the impossible, but I make it look easy Now all the underdogs wanna take shots at my figure Cause I’m eatin real big and didn’t invite them to dinner You wasn’t there when I put it in the oven So when its time to break bread cousin, don’t ask me for nothin Everybody got a rhyme, if not a rhyme they gotta beat If not ki's of cocaine They all packin heat So what they really tellin me, when they ain’t outsellin me And everything they say and do is fueled by their jealousy I know you're tryin to politic And I'm only involved with it So you can get in the game, take the ball and then run with it They tried to hit me with the same thing that you fell for "Make it more commercial Print, you probably would sell more" But I’m eating now, so I’m like "what the hell for?" Tellin me to change only makes me rebel more But radio don’t want that, print don’t fit the format Tell dude to change it up, and maybe he can come back I made this in my basement, when you wasn’t even there To express my feelings, not to be played on the air So am I wrong or secure if I really don’t care If this ever turns into something that anybody hears Man I’m an artist, these other dudes shook I write my album on my sidekick, no paper, no notebooks Then rhyme for five minutes straight with no breaks and no hooks No punch-lines, no similes, so I'm easy to overlook But Grooveshack, Theives World, Expo, Scribble Jam I’ve been around in every single era and I'm still the man And while I may not get the same hype as the next man Everything in my life is going according to his plan So thank god for every fan, every single listener Who told me to make the art, you don't gotta switch it up You put it out, we'll pick it up. Do you, stay strong You're the main reason we don’t turn our radios on