Greenhouse - E-F-F-E-C-T lyrics

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Take off the plastic, pull it out the tray
Throw it on the traffic after the longest day
It’s like nothing matter, we take it all away
Every rhyme classic, the beats all bang
Printmatic, not the one to play
He ain’t your fan-atic
He don’t even watch your games
You ain’t Bird or Magic, you ain’t Dr j
You crossin’ over ‘cause your game
Ain’t got the range
Strange how the game seem to
Call his name at the
Exact moment that he can bow to walk away
Slave to the rhythm with a ball and chain
Praying what he give ‘em isn’t all a waste
If so off into the sunset and ride away
Doc Holiday plotting on a larger pay
They seen him last night but he gone today
Same thing that give him birth will
Kill him like Marvin Gaye
Half of ‘em mad, say it ain’t so
Other half laugh like that’s how the game go
Soon as they see you hang with the angels
They want you to come on down
Like it’s a game show
They hate so much it make
You wanna write and lay
Low ’til you can bang on
‘em with something tight
Heads start spinnin' when the moment right
They walk right into the
Center of a poltergeist
Greenhouse, motherfucker (E-F-F-E-C T)
What’s fuckin’ with that? (E-F-F-E-C T)
You know what time it is, shit (E-F-F-E-C T)
Classic shit, whenever we drop (E-F-F-E-C T)

Whispering a whimsical laugh with each of
Your failed attempts to reach
The pinnacle as when my speech
Bask within a spiritual bath
Snap a Polaroid as if to capture
Your soul in a flash
Though it’s void of mass
It still holds a mask
A shield only lasts for so long
’til it's patron is revealed
Then it’s so long
If you lack the skill to hold on
With each release
I sharpen the crease your frame folds on
Your dame is shellshocked when I
Write the blue flame
Like Al-Qaeda, whenever I drop a new tape
The world stops
It’s business as usual, euthanasia’s suitable
With two by standard innocence
High standard diligence is proven
To allow a fanbase
To have faith in what they’re grooving to
It’s masterpiece theatre with
A catch-and-release malfunction
After each beer
A little more tilted and less focused
But ask me if I care if
You’re prepared for the luncheon
Don’t attempt to climb the stairs
When Pandora’s box is open
Adorable the clock ticks and sandstorm hoping
But the hourglass is on it's side
Time stands still for the ride of a lifetime
It’s ok to flow for now
And though I’m Weightless
I’ve perfected how to hold it down
It’s over now if you haven’t noticed
I know that hearts stop but
A legacy curtain never closes greenhouse
(E-F-F-E-C T) dJ Rare Groove
(E-F-F-E-C T) blueprint, Illogic
(E-F-F-E-C T) weightless, motherfucker
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