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

[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