Gettin’ There Greenhouse

[Intro] [Blueprint talking]
Gettin' there. Type of shit...everywhere
You know...eeeehhh. Good morning. 'Bout to start it like this

[Verse One] [Blueprint]
He bubble in the jungle, where shit get wild
So like Christ he kick it with pimps and criminals
The temp get colder when you see him around
So break bread with him and give him a pound
It's been awhile but it's kinda like ridin' a bike
Had flashbacks of rap when the rhymin' was tight
Might walk into the wilderness and shine in a light
A lot of rappers, with not a tight rhyme or recite
When the timin' is right, and he inspired to write
He spend time with it like, it was his child or his wife
The beat got him so hype, that when it's time to recite
He leave the mic lookin' like it just got in a fight
Bitch it's Greenhouse
I gotta say it with pride, we never say "die"
But reppin' the squad with staggerin' odds against us
That's why your little prize never tempts us
Cause even if we dead broke, we gon' be the richest
Bitches

[Illogic talking]
Yeah, shit sound great. Back in this motherfucker you know
Blueprint, Illogic. Weightless. Never let up. C'mon!