[Verse 1: Inkwell]
Mama told me there would be drama
Days where emcees would try to test me
Thinking [?]
Then forgetting that it’s my school of hard knocks
I’m the sure-shot, the principal
Issuing [?] discipline, sittin’
On a goldmine that rests between my hairlines
A gold nugget that shines through these rhymes
So emcees looking for static, for that type of action
Get turned into mathematics, broke down to fractions
You’re one fifth of my style
The reciprocal is five times live off what I ink while
The poetic penpal most down with the locale
I’m [?] for this game like [?]
As of right now, I’m tellin’ emcees to hush, you talkin’ too much
Even when you breathe, you a pet peeve
Trust me, the key to last long is stay strong
As we know it’s the weakest that’s the quickest ones to go
Rappers fold like [?], with one hit that’s it
‘cause all they wanted to be was seen in the ring and that’s embarrassing
Like the great white hype, the prototype to take nine to five
Word is born, that’s why I got my game face on, prepared to perform
‘cause I ain’t goin’ out in one bout
When it’s all said and done, even if they start on page one
They won’t have enough mics to rep Greenhouse Effect
[Hook: Blueprint]
Performance is everything, words mean nothing
Talk is cheap unless your words mean something
Don’t waste your breath ‘cause to me you’re just puffin’
Greenhouse don’t take kind to bluffin’

[Verse 2: Inkwell]
Check it
Approximately three out of every four emcees disregard me and [?] lyrically
Basically in my eyes, [?] leaving about twenty-five percent to keep it live
But that’s all inscribed
We need that other seventy-five percent to recognize who’s writing tight lines
Priceless messages poetically personified
Paragraphs equal in verses
My rhymes will make your rhymes worthless
You’ll leave the scene green with envy
The effect when you step to our house, evidently you ain’t heard nothing
I don’t even like the word ‘bluffing’
‘cause it means you would lie to get by
Why try to back to transparent?
Must be mentally as often as mercury physically
Mental capacity burn to the third degree
Later you’re asking me

[Hook: Blueprint]
Performance is everything, words mean nothing
Talk is cheap unless your words mean something
Don’t waste your breath ‘cause to me you’re just puffin’
Greenhouse don’t take kind to bluffin’
[Verse 3: Inkwell]
A wise man said advice was golden
So in my goal ‘cause I’m the chosen one to advise who’s frozen in time
The only mind thing that’s aged is wine, not rhymes
So emcees on they last breath, please step left
The lyrical locksmith with the skeleton keys got next
Poetically violent, taking this game to new depths
Putting pressure on these wack performers
Penetrating their pathetic patience, purpose for leaving ‘em naked
Plus it wasn’t there for me to take it
The premise was vacated, left behind was a nemesis to find
Quick ways to get paid which makes the game change
From hip-hop to how to entertain
Placing emphasis on imaging, but performance is everything
Images fade fast but [?]
Images only touch my path for my fans when I expand on the problem at hand
But only then, Inkwell wouldn’t rock the trend
My band has its own wagon for emcees to sit in
Plus the Greenhouse wouldn’t take the wrong route
Having the money man come in and white our rhymes out, please
What does that say of creativity?
That an artist is as good as the money he brings
Well if so, we’re emphasizing a new criteria for those who like hearing us
So I tell ‘em ‘cause

[Hook: Blueprint]
Performance is everything, words mean nothing
Talk is cheap unless your words mean something
Don’t waste your breath ‘cause to me you’re just puffin’
Greenhouse don’t take kind to bluffin’
Performance is everything, words mean nothing
Talk is cheap unless your words mean something
Don’t waste your breath ‘cause to me you’re just puffin’
Greenhouse don’t take kind to bluffin’

[Closing Remarks: Inkwell]
Yeah, Greenhouse Effect, this is Mr. Inkwell, giving shouts out to my man Blueprint and Manifest, I’m carrying the torch, ni**as, representin’ my crew, haha, sending shouts out to all those wack emcees that underestimate our abilities to perform…