Blueprint Demo 1, also known as Unknown Track 1, [REDACTED] Like Me or The Wrong [REDACTED] is an unknown 1992 Indie Rap song from Boston. The song’s chorus samples Gangsta Gangsta - NWA.
History[]
On October 9th, 2022, YouTube user Da Cream Hunter would upload the song to his channel, saying in the video's description "Dope 3 tracks demo cassette by BLUEPRINT from Boston, few years before their only single".
Presumed Lyrics[]
&?'[Intro]'
When i finally came too, i was all black and blue
And one of my legs was in a sling
I was handcuffed at the wrist, and on the critical list in the prison ward hospital wing
See, they had blown a hole through my chest that almost laid me to rest
And put knots all upside my head
I was gaggin' and chokin, and my right leg was broken
And it was just a miracle that i wasn't dead!
[Verse 1]
Straight out the ghetto, a mothafuckin' pastor
Dressed in all black, so the police muster
Definitely thought i caused a blast
Above two blocks that i past
But they ain't come with the bright lights on
So I had to ask "Yo officer, what's going on?"
But they ain't telling me shit but freeze, [REDACTED]
Or else you wanna hear the click of my trigger
And i ain't got no time for no mistakin', i [?] and havin' armies remember me
So i throw my hands in the air like so, it's getting poked with caution real slow
One with a lightstick, gotta make a [REDACTED] sane, hey, call me on play
Why do they all got a line that's cranked to my temple, shootin' if i get it wrong ever
And what makes it so bad, is that i'm no one
But i guess that shit gettin' bad enough
[????] groovy in the back like a hoe, i guess they didn't know
Now i'm in a cell, waiting til' your freedom
But hey, i'm tryna' i'm a citizen, that's fully bitte
But the cops can't see that, all they see is a black face peering in the wrong place
And i can't get with this, and i'm mad as hell 'cause i can't get a witness
[Pre-Chorus]
Huh, got the wrong [REDACTED]!
[Chorus]
Sum bout' a [REDACTED] like me
Sum bout' a [REDACTED] like me
Sum bout' a [REDACTED] like me
Sum bout' a [REDACTED] like me
[Verse 2]
So i blow out my back, they think i'm rolling
Just because of my complexion, they swear that i'm holding
So tell me, i was born a suspect, so here i get some payment with a boot on my neck
I get that's no respect, like when i'm in danger i feel that's better yet
Riding a [?] so once again i say
But nobody knows the trouble ive seen
I'll be black and blue because i'm down with the red, the black, the green
So here's the power i absorb in my blood, yo
Because of the fact a black man's in the mud, yo
In the midst, i swing fists of fur
Now i'm standin' in court, leading my case against the grand jury
Modern day legit, it's a fact
About the hang, because i'm america's reject
400 years of the same old wack shit
They give me the bows because i pump that black shift
I yell power, and i raise my first
And because of this, i get the cops on my wrist
Outspoken, i'm a mothafuckin' rebel
Ain't afraid to say butchers the devil
Spoke my mind, now i'm confined
To a cage with a bunk, with the smell of funk
Numbers on my chest, i guess they figure
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm guilty, but yo, you got the wrong mothafuckin' [REDACTED]!
[Chorus]
Sum bout' a [REDACTED] like me
Sum bout' a [REDACTED] like me
Sum bout' a [REDACTED] like me
Sum bout' a [REDACTED] like me
Sum bout' a [REDACTED] like me
Sum bout' a [REDACTED] like me
Sum bout' a [REDACTED] like me
Sum bout' a [REDACTED] like me