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1988
by Blueprint

Uh-huh, yeah

Printmatic, you know the name
Behind the curtain like the Hunchback of Notre Dame
I'll steal the show then your dame
Dick her down and drop her off in the pouring rain

My mind stays stuck on filth
Black cheerleaders and trying to fuck milfs
It's only cause I got your moms on tilt
You found out it wasn't toothpaste on her quilt

Sue me, I told I was sorry
But Billy Blanks got you thinkin' that you know Karate
You need to know I play matchmaker as a hobby
I can introduce speed knots to your body

You wanna playa hate, we can take it back to '88
My catalog is analog dog, all cassette tapes
And I hope to god that you're a scholar
'ause before I test your rhymes I'm a test your knowledge

Crush any attempts to act brolic
You the kinda dude I used to lift up in college
Hands around your throat like a dog collar
Over some small shit like fifty dollars

You don't want that dude to come outside again
For real, you better stay in the pocket

Uh huh, yeah, hah

I used to be a purist
About the records I've been coppin'
Don't nobody care about that shit unless the beat knocks
Sometimes I'm on some bassline, 808 shit
Now I'm on some old dirty drum-break shit

No denyin'
Most people listen to their music while they're drivin
So the next time you think you've got a classic
Throw it in the ride and listen to it in some traffic

Make sure you roll the windows down
Be honest with yourself about how your shit sounds
Life would be better if more people did that
I wouldn't have to wade through demos full of crap

Too many wack rappers fuckin' up the game
Too many independant acts sounding the same
Poppin' shit on the net to get a name
Give props to each other, sit around and complain

Your whole philosophy is flawed when your top 10
Is full of cats you know and nobody that I heard before
You need to understand I'm not new to this
You rhyme for two bars I know all your influences

And ain't none of them tight
You all need to put down the fuckin' mic
Sounding corny as shit
Stay in the pocket

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