BLACK EFFECT

Can you tell us about love?
 Hmm, well there's love of children
 Love of self
 Love of God
 Love of a partner
 And all of them have a different shape
 But all of them is the same in the end
 It's about sensitivity, it's about passion
 It's about unconditional giving of self to another person
 And there's love of humanity
 That's the love that is right now needed most
 Love of humanity
 But in everything, in all of that love, there is a soul
 It's like when you take some eggs and break them
 And you take the shells and mix them up
 Trying to find the ones that match
 When you find the perfect match
 That compatibility results in passion
 Results in unconditional giving of self
 I hope I can say that again (yo, yeah)
 I'm good on any MLK Boulevard
 I'm good on any MLK Boulevard
 See my vision with a TEC, bitch, I'm Malcolm X
 Haters dreadin' my effect, they want that Das EFX
 Get your hands up high like a false arrest
 Let me see 'em up high, this is not a test
 Yes, put 'em up, this is not a test
 Now hands where I can see them, fuck a false arrest
 This Off-White fit that I rock, shit permanent
 Hmm, the 'fro that I grow got no perm in it
 Hmm, a nigga late but he best dressed
 Got slowed down by the weight of my necklaces
 Parked the Lexus in the projects, bitch I'm reckless
 Extra magazine hopped on a jet with my Ebony chick
 Blacker than the Essence fest
 The behind the back pass is so effortless
 LeBron James to you Omaroses
 Dapper Dan at 4:00 a.m., shit, I am the culture
 I made my own waves so now they're anti-Tidal
 I'm livin' the no sock life to spite you
 Since the Kalief doc, they've been at my neck
 Y'all can tell 'em Trayvon is comin' next
 The SEC, the FBI or the IRS
 I pass the alphabet boys like an eye test
 I'm good on any MLK Boulevard (I'm good)
 I'm good on any MLK Boulevard (he good)
 See my vision with a TEC, bitch, I'm Malcolm X (I'm Malcolm X)
 Haters dreadin' my effect, they want that Das EFX (yeah)
 Get your hands up high like a false arrest
 Let me see 'em up high, this is not a test
 Yes, put 'em up, this is not a test
 Put your hands where I can see them, fuck a false arrest
 Higher, higher
 Higher, higher
 Higher, higher
 Higher, higher
 Higher
 I'm good any way I go, any way I go (go)
 I pull up like the Freedom Riders, hop out on Rodeo
 Stunt with your curls, your lips, Sarah Baartman hips
 Gotta hop into my jeans, like I hop into my whip, yeah
 Mobbin' in a hoodie like Melo
 Come up out that pretty motherfucker like "Hello, Hello"
 I will never let you shoot the nose off my Pharaoh
 I like purple and purple rain
 Tryna put red and blue together, bitch, that's all gang
 These people tryna get me out the paint
 'Cause I cook collard greens and yams better than your aunt
 Man, we started with a mustard seed
 Now we in the gray 911 with the mustard seats
 Sheesh! Matte black puma jet
 Shining my light on the world just like "UMI Says"
 Got the Richard Milie all colors
 Might hit you with the Rose Gold all summer
 For the culture
 They even biting cornrows, put your scarecrows up
 I come from the finest crop
 Tell 'em the god's on row, watch them line the block
 The Chitlin' circuit is stopped
 Now we in stadiums, eighty thou' a wop, watch
 I'm good on any MLK Boulevard (he good)
 I'm good on any MLK Boulevard (we good)
 See my vision with a TEC, bitch, I'm Malcolm X (I'm Malcom X)
 Haters dreadin' my effect, they want that Das EFX (yeah)
 Get your hands up high like a false arrest
 Let me see 'em up high, this is not a test
 Yes, put 'em up, this is not a test
 Now hands where I can see them, fuck a false arrest
 I know I've only come half the way
 But looking in the mirror I see an older me
 Not realizing all the years that passed away
 But I know I've only come half my way