Greenhouse

I know you've met all the rest of them... ... but, seriously... Have you ever met a hippie From the city called Sydney? An emcee who's no joke And blows smoke like a chimney No? well, get with me (bitch) I'm bound to break the barricades babbling A hundred thousand fucking savage apes So welcome everybody to my bud's imagination Where my heart sings blues And drunken affirmations The flowers in the pavement Are there to salvage hip-hop Crooked and loopy in the greenhouse Like alfred hitchcock Hundreds acting brainless So something has to change, kids Or else this axe is mine Forever hunting on the rangers I elevate the cause While I celebrate the force The words rotate the stress And meditation bores [Hook] Hey yo, put 'em up, throw 'em up Do your thing and grow the stuff It's the words, now ya heard Repeat the name and know the suss It's bliss 'n eso and they Gobble our sound down And get off the ground And wobble around Hey yo, put 'em up, throw 'em up Everybody grows the stuff It's the words, now ya heard Repeat the name and know the suss It's bliss 'n eso and they Gobble our sound down And get the whole land to wobble around When they make you a partner I'm starting to not believe in this legion Cause we be growing fresh words And it's not leaving this region We heard farm wide, stars collide Ain't no finer carnival The state that always scrape the hull Free from rhyme or barnacles On our vessel, prepared for voyage sea Packing on beef to serve me Scurvy won't corrupt my buoyancy And we arrived at the bash like migrants And the reception was grand Cause we re-hashed that vibrance That they once had but lost To a sea of starving cats So the harvest was brought By these three charming chaps A bit louine the right cogs loose To break free from that farm And bring the right pro-duce For this rapping sitcom A program laughter To make you think it's good But really it's just a toe jam cracker And they feedin' you, it's like a Flea market full of dumb shits (of dumb shit) Cause we remarkable... [Hook] (It's the greenhouse) You're bound to get hooked On the ink I bleed on my soul sketchbook Accepted at the entrance I paid without cash Stared dragons in their eyes And laid them out flat Perverted poets watching the fairies fly It's underground and stay in the trench When the canary dies It's eso, if you didn't know the king's name And every time I fly The colors of my wings change Loud burpin', hanggliding Cloud surfin', man I been here for years You've just never looked That furry feathered book Holds my thoughts on voodoo sex Do your thing, flew over The motherfuckin' cuckoo's nest Who you think it is? me I cry colors, an only child Who wishes he had five brothers I'm up next, bitch And I represent proudly Born and raised in The year of the rowdy Allow me to let my dog loose On your beach mouse A monkey with a mic In a mahogany treehouse Read the sign, it says keep out I keep it lit and blown In the big bad greenhouse [Hook] (It's the greenhouse... makin' it hot) Man, at least I'm not lying Trying to recoup the bait Then buying the used loop you take You're lying about the loop you make You falling short of the hoop, you's fake While my troop can make Any shot we shoot and take We keep it down to earth Where grassroots don't break And that's just the feeling These words will make And all the flaking, make an offer Is bringing regurgitation And it's filthy just thinking About the hand one set My words were spiccity-span But my biggity hands Still kept that penmanship So though I wrote like three books It's right on the news page And uh, no we're not on street hooks Our style is engaged Not a stroke past midnight And all through the club Not a emcee stirred Not even a rapping thug Just a clown being me So jelly pumpin' see Where do they go They had to return that flow To the rental company Oh! so people, let loose And wobble your frame They say, where you grow your words? I tell 'em, boggle, the game [Hook] (it's the Greenhouse, making it hot)