Artist: Blueprint Album: Adventures in Counter-Culture Song: The Clouds Typed by: jostmatt at bluewin dot ch (w/ help from liner notes) My mama see the clouds and wonder when she gettin there Like she done done it all, starin up at Heaven's stairs Everybody's time comin, better get prepared I see the clouds and feel at home - cause my head is there Life is but a dream, live it 'fore it disappear The parade'll pass you by if you sit and stare My mans told me that my talent level's very rare But just havin talent ain't enough to get you there While you was out there chasin girls drinkin beer Somebody else is out there really gettin theirs You gotta turn it up if you wanna win this year I said, 'Hell yeah, that's all I need to hear' My bio say Ohio, I handle business here Though I ain't been inspired by it in a year Too tired of the infightin with my peers While our mouths was runnin the art was sittin still All this beef only stops us from gettin bread We just gettin by, we never get ahead Consider this rhyme the realest shit I ever said Gotta go for mine cause I ain't got 50 years All we wanna do is talk about shoes and gear Soundin like chicks talkin 'bout they nails and hair I guess it's easier than talkin 'bout what's really there We lost three Columbus icons within a year So I ain't 'bout to do the same record, different year I used to be in that lane but now I'm steerin clear I ain't gased up, I'm just switchin gears Cause in this game goin slow won't get you anywhere I want the illest crib, even though I'm barely here I'm ridin through the fliest neighborhoods just to stare Feelin like I can't chill until I'm livin there If you feel me let me see a finger in the air Every year I swear the haters get more vocal Dudes is callin me fake because I'm not social But this could come to an end if I'm not focused So if it ain't about the biz then it's not important I don't care about the after party that you hostin I don't care about the soft white and who snorts it I don't care about the fist fight and who caught it Cause at the end of the night, man, it's all gossip Fuck all the drama, I'm a real artist I do this shit without any feedback or comments I'll diss anybody from the largest to the smallest And they won't say shit cause my album is the hardest I'll start at '88, then bring you up to date Then skip ten years ahead so you won't have to wait I'm what the future sounds like and I'ma make you see it I'm so ahead of the game that people think I'm cheatin But once you really see it it ain't all that hard The rap game's like Vegas, I'm just countin cards Sittin at the table, 'bout to defy the odds And nah, I ain't scared at all (because the world is ours)