Bulletproof Resume - Blueprint, Illogic

Ma name’s synonymous wit d critically acclaimed

So sex sells at half mass

Move at ma own pace you speechters won’t last

So commence c-section been ill

January birth hit d earth tore d windshield

When has d minnicle disseminating you minuscule trainwrecks

Spit d word defy d laws of same sex

Tea bagging, toe taggin rivals, when I shoot it post it

Youtube and take it viral

Sittin on ma couch collectin cheques while you clockin in

All dese individuals too worried bout blendin in

Just running your mouth, your traits too feminine

Menopause, I’m peakin, you’re leakin estrogen

Spit so many rhymes I could stop right now

Look at ma resume an still feel proud

Boss on d humble, I don’t need a crowd

Silently makin moves, while all you movin is bowel, fowl

Take a pause, you can try to catch up

Jerome, I’ll hold d mirror, freshen up your makeup

Fix yo feather bow an we can stip your ear duct

This world’s corrupt an I got kids to raise up

You’re layin up, watchin all maneuvers

Crowd leaves d show when I punch drunk in stuper

Whenever we arrive it’s red carpets an rose petals

Simply, you got no drive yo tank is empty

Whoa!

Why you wanna set it off, I told em that it don’t matter

[ress go when I go platter

12 hundred techniques is what we throw at em, eh

Our tone armed like a loaded magnum

The game so backwards, get d record deal first

Learn how to make d record after

R&B singers more G than d rappers

Yo favourite MCs gettin beat up by actors

Lay low for a couple weeks and try to hide

Which you wonder why you idolize all these idle minds

When all they do is recycle somebody’s borrowed lines

Bitch ass behaviour patterns tend to get standardized

Easily detected, ‘fore the seeds get infected

If he on d scene best believe he d record

Role he playin gettin whited out think corrected

Hang out wit yo best connects, what you could’ve exited

At 18 had a Jesus piece and a necklace

It didn’t bring me any peace I was still reckless

Fightin in d streets, years later got d message

But any peace comes from action not symbolism

Hit so many rhymes I could stop right now

Look at ma resume an still feel proud

King of d jungle, I ain’t gotta growl

But still snatch an animal once in a while, ow

Make d beat when yo money hit ma paypal

2 or 3 sequence an plus a fresh breakdown

Four to four extends for your vocal lay down

But till you get yo paper up stay outta ma way pal

D beat’s handcrafted like a hanzo sword

Only good for Cuban links an people keepin it raw

Kobe use some of d dope music spread on ma desk

V-neck, like Joey Montana showing ma chest

I’m d best!

No, no.

My spot never leaves me man

I am my spot I don’t

Regardless of you know, win, loss, whatever

And you know, I might change for you guys

I might change for the media, I might change for the common fan

The way you think and feel about me, but um

It never changes for me.

I live in a bubble man

I think the world of myself, I think I’m number 1 in the world

And noone’s gonna ever change that for me, you know

I understand my spot, I know what I’m capable of

And I’ll always be a champion, with or without a belt