Typed by: timm2014@hotmail.com [Verse One] [Blueprint] I'm on my Blackberry, got Belly on with the sound down Slow jammin', drum programmin' with wild style I make a beat, perfect it, my soul's electric Soundtrack ain't old to the coldest of winters It's Greenhouse Play us at night and they act stupid A baby of the 80's, Ronald Regan and crack music React dope, hold back, the vibe is throw back Next level, Rap City, midi and old wax Compose a melody, dust off an LP Rolled up skelly make my cipher complete Whether rollin' in a Cutla** or MPV, we keep it movin' Drop it till it s*ut in the streets Now it's a movement But people still fallin' asleep Who give a f** about a MTV? Not me Who give a f** about a BET? Not me Who give a f** about what the press write about me? [Verse Two] [Illogic] To my man DJ PRZM, God bless your life I was just reminiscing about you with the wife I like to cherish all the places that we hit, puttin' some smiles on faces Keep me laughin', havin' tracks, debatin' cartoon favorites Off the planet, keep it Weightless, haters try to scan in Then we expanded, so advanced they cram to understand it Dwellin' in the Bust is fragile It'll test you if you livin' on the island, boxed in, it'll depress you I was there, I'm not now, rebound, now I see clear Escaped the newsprint that hate Zeus that's why I'm still here For holy slaughter, odds against Ill was major See I knew I'd shake the Earth with the birth of first, Jaheed Three sons, they point me in the right direction It's all connection, all the bad sh** I did, was left after reflection Now I'm makin' sure they ignore all the mediocre Ready for war, purple hearts, for my three soldiers