Recorded Blueprint by Stronghold 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 assault
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 passion from deliverance
The hinderance, failed skill 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 manuscripts off grips with simple touch
Objective: as you crutch, cause such critic condition
Your jurisdiction’s permanent to where niggas 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 assault
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 butt with his white wife
Watching the climax of my porn movie in...
The Sony IMAX
[Outro: Sample with Scratches]
“My thought is instinct” - [?] (x2)
“So we Planet/plan it like the Apes” - [?]
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 assault
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 passion from deliverance
The hinderance, failed skill 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 manuscripts off grips with simple touch
Objective: as you crutch, cause such critic condition
Your jurisdiction’s permanent to where niggas 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 assault
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 butt with his white wife
Watching the climax of my porn movie in...
The Sony IMAX
[Outro: Sample with Scratches]
“My thought is instinct” - [?] (x2)
“So we Planet/plan it like the Apes” - [?]