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[Hook: Rakim sample]

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[Verse 1: Blueprint]

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

[Hook: Rakim sample & Blueprint]

Greenhouse, motherfucker

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What’s fuckin’ with that?

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You know what time it is, shit

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Classic shit, whenever we drop

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[Verse 2: Illogic]

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 its 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 its 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

[Hook: Rakim sample & Illogic]

Greenhouse

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DJ Rare Groove

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Blueprint, Illogic

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Weightless, motherfucker

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