E.F.F.E.C.T.

[Tony D] Greetings - how's that for a formal Introduction which seems quite normal 'Til I push the H-Y-P-E button Then.. all of a sudden A change in the format with reckless abandon Rush the stage and start commandin The mic, but the mic's not cordless Mine is, cause I can afford this Type, of mic you like without the cord That you can't afford cause the Lord Is takin over for the sell-out Bust the mic 'til your eighteen inch fell out Your bass bottom - now I got 'em He tried to take it back so I shot him With a double barrel, semi-automatic shotgun You say it's weak but you ain't got one Cause you be frontin witcha fake plastic uzi YO (yo) you need to save that for Suzy Chapstick, witcha overhangin fat lip Plussin out the cracks with the Vaseline grip So wake up, you need to learn the correct date I'm the one that get the job done, I'm great Cooperate with respect When Tone's in effect, cause I'm in "E.F.F.E.C.T." -] Rakim (*repeat 4X*) [Tony D] This is, the non-violent way that I kill Puttin heads to bed, like NyQuil Flyin knots, so go fly a kite (true) High enough to get struck by light-ning A key is tied to the string To cause a shock, words that'll sting From a killer bee, but don't touch the honey Pockets so fat it's translated means money And power, and sprayin thoughts like a shower To blossom and bloom like a flower But please, don't confuse it with a daisy I dance even dirtier than Patrick Swayze So work out, with the number one video And watch me bust a rhyme on my man Arsenio Hall Show, I think you should know I'm Tone with the skintone that seems to glow Like snow, that keeps fallin to the earth Take your rhymes to the pawn shop, see what they're worth Nothin, cause your rhymes ain't top notch So sit back relax and watch, cause I'm in "E.F.F.E.C.T." -] Rakim (*repeat 4X*) [Tony D] Now when I'm in effect that means I'm in the mode To move, cause I never been sued or sold You see you need to be told The weak style of rap you're usin, is old And worn out, that's why you never get a turnout All you're ever gonna be, is a burnt out MC You see you'll never be a hero So listen sweetheart, you need to cut that zero Like my man Doug said, the opposite is a bug-bed Or a bedbug, so roll out the red rug Or carpet, you need to just park it Before I use your crown as a target At the gallery, or a shoot 'em up movie (bang) The beat is kinda groovy But is it smooth enough to be selected for the quiet storm? Yes, because it's soft and warm So let the storm keep brewin Now ask yourself, hey Tone whatcha doin? Eventually, you'll soon come to realize I keep my eyes on the prize, cause I'm in "E.F.F.E.C.T." -] Rakim (*repeat 4X*) {*time passes*} "E.F.F.E.C.T." -] Rakim (*repeat to fade*)