Respect The Architect Lyrics - Jazzmatazz, Vol. 2 (the New Reality) - Guru

"So, respect the architect." 

"So, respect the architect." 

"So, respect the architect." 

"So, respect the architect as I begin to build." 

[Bahamadia] 

I'm mystical; don't be deceived by the visual 

Visible preference is pure; patent it back to metaphors 

Greetin' 'em Illa del style wild 

Analyze my memoirs, runnin' on eight, four poetic meter 

Soarin' way beyond 

Iambic pentameter or juvenile flam 

Unsyncopated soul, piercin' earlobes and egos 

My vocals read these thoughts - am I hardcore? 

To the grain 

[Guru] 

Lame-game, plain-Jane emcees can't approach these 

I shake chumps like fleas; I hold the keys 

To drive you, guide you, provide you 

With the real joints; ahem, I clear my throat of phlegm 

The architect, selecting the blueprints 

To rid the game of nuisance 

Sucker reducin' with the fusion 

Rhymes solid like cement in my musical solution 

Stackin' concrete flows; look out below 

"So, respect the architect." 

"So, respect the architect as I begin to build." 

[Guru] 

Rhymes get all up in your grill like freckles 

Most emcees couldn't see me with bifocal spectacles 

There's no protectin' you; with realness, I'm wreckin' you 

I'm beggin' you - take a look into the cipher 

You're dirt on my windshield, so I'm turnin' on my wipers 

And I can see clearly now 

No other rapper is near me 

And all you perpetrators shall fear me now 

[Bahamadia] 

Never flip folklores, only realness 

Coincide with the rhythm like I did with Total Wreck 

Respect the architect in this division 

Rhymes written to be hittin' like anti-proton collisions 

Rap newest edition, bringin' the feminine in renditions 

In rare form, defined as optimal for my pedigrees 

In skill three like three-sixty degrees as in well-rounded 

Leavin' the competition dumb-founded 

For when I catch wreck, I astound 

"So, respect the architect." 

"So, respect the architect." 

"So, respect the architect." 

"So respect the architect... as I begin to build." 

[Guru] 

Floor to ceiling, constantly building 

With power to construct towers of rap cream, kid; what? 

Dreamin' you're lyrical, physical, mystical? 

Your concept's mediocre, plus you're way too typical withcha 

Corny delivery and crazy, whack voice 

Mad corny image; that's why I give you jitters 

It figures I'd have to dust you off the scene 

Like a wiseguy, with my New York lean 

[Bahamadia] 

Lines that I supply fortify the nuclei of mindstate 

From state to state, universal, be the orals that I create 

Top notch and on lock like Sentry; opponents could never tempt me 

Samplin' my style like an Akai S-950, and still can't get with me 

While I spread this verbal plague like bubonic 

Conductin' phonics like the Philharmonics 

I make in measured melody; kids praise me like the crucifix 

So place Bahamad' amongst your top ten of emcees 

"So, respect the architect." 

"So, respect the architect." 

"So, respect the architect." 

"So respect the architect... as I begin to build." 

[Guru] 

Yeah, neverending, knah I'm sayin? Always buildin' 

My homegirl Bahamadia in the hidouse, yeah, yeah 

And of course, my man the legend 

Ramsey Lewis 

So respect the architect, knah I'm sayin? 

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