L.I.F.E. Long - Recorded Blueprint lyrics

[Intro: L.I.F.E. Long] Haha. “Recorded Blueprints.” Ahaha. Yo. Stronghold, Writers Guild. My man Loe. Haha. MO. Beat provided by B FM Productions, my man Kap-er. Number 2. Number 1, L.I.F.E. Long. Haha. Yo, DMO, haha. Inner circle, yo. Check it. Let me break this down, yo [Verse 1: L.I.F.E. Long] I throw low blows, so you could catch it in your chest like a midget hopping a turnstile I spit a mile, then hit heads with a bladed backflip kick like “Ow!” But after marginal while shaking the Richter with a tight grip like a boa constrictor Convicting a jester's court while I provoke you to the play the part of joker gets my face royalty Stronghold, Writers Guild. We shatter toy MCs, then wind ‘em up and watch ‘em flee We enter the foreign lands while surfing the seven seas The chariot [jiggle minds seen on TV?] Gotta keep perception that beams when ignorance is presented before my presence The great descent. We here to make an imprint with these copyrighted blueprints Designed to fit through to change the cycle of time This was made in my mind, handcrafted by the rhyme a lifer sign (L.I.F.E.) Fully refined, swallow Clorox and spit ‘til your eyes turn blind [Hook: Loer Velocity] (x2) Recorded blueprints of aggravated a**ault Is the foundation imprinted on asphalt Every time we step with distortion coming forth The Guild bring whatever it may be to a halt [Verse 2: Loer Velocity] Ayyo, yo, yo Technically speaking (Uh huh), unique in its own fashion Is the way I'm slowing, lock and load the mechanic of crafting it Extract the pa**ion from deliverance The hinderance, failed sk** stems from incompetence Within they common sense. Got mad disproportions Lacking caution, floss—I'm into flesh extortion Through contortion, I'll shapeshift whole steez at ease What juggernaut can breeze, turn cyphers isosceles? (What?) Sever hyperboles at the knees. Cripple, clutch Rip some man*scripts off grips with simple touch Objective: as you crutch, cause such critic condition Your jurisdiction's permanent to where n***as go fishing It figures opposition does collisions with force Cemented, their [sin?] does not appear in the stores I've been hearing them pause and stagger with firmness I ease back sternness—on that note, I'll adjourn this [Hook: Loer Velocity] (x2) Recorded blueprints of aggravated a**ault Is the foundation imprinted on asphalt Every time we step with distortion coming forth The Guild bring whatever it may be to a halt [Verse 3: L.I.F.E. Long and Stelf Index] Yo, our penmanship form paragraphs. Heard on phonographs Played by peeps who respect the combo of tight flow plus track Plays punks like Pitty Pat over finesse tracks provided by Kap- Dash-er Crip-blue, mint-green, arrive in your wildest dreams Allows you only one scream. Team took over Dumb skull fracture improperly. Strongholdnopoly Poly or mono, tones make hoes swallow Master mental, but weak to the flesh You ain't fresh. Call Puba from the 80s Shady like Marshall under a tree If I hit trees, I'd have dick saw Dick ‘til my dick sore Never raw, voice splinters Yank the ink out your printer You don't know my type Horse named “Laser,” gallop on satellites Deaf but we run like a herd, ya heard? (Huh?) Got [?] milk on lock, praise the block No hoof in my perfected [?] gotta get [delocked?] Kap-er lowlife. Count low lives Us wack is like a Five Percenter in a synagogue all night Eating pork bu*t with his white wife Watching the climax of my p**n movie in... The Sony IMAX [Outro: Sample with Scratches] “My thought is instinct” - [?] (x2) “So we Planet/plan it like the Apes” - [?]