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

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

And you find the perfect match

When you find the perfect match

That compatibility results in passion

Results in unconditional giving of self

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 all white fit that I rock shit permanent

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 4AM, shit, I am the culture

I made my own waves so now they’re anti-Tidal

I’m livin' the no sock life despite you

Since the Khalif died, they've been at my neck

Y'all can tell 'em Trayvon is comin' next

The FCC, 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 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

Put your hands where I can see them, fuck a false arrest

[Beyoncé]

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

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

(Get your hands up high like a false arrest)

Let me see 'em up high, this is not a test

(Let me see 'em up high, this is not a test)

Yes, put 'em up, 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 only got ‘pon the the way

But look in the mirror, I see him holding me

Not realizing all that your expect passed away

But I know, I only got ‘pon my way