E.F.F.E.C.T. Songtext
von 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 commanding 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 taking over for the sellout
Bust the mic ′til your 18 inch fell out your bass box
Now I got him
He tried to take it back so I shot him
With a double barrel


Semi-automatic shotgun
You say it's weed but you ain′t got one
'Cause you be frontin′ with your fake plastic Uzi
Yo, you need to save that for Suzie
Chapstick, with your overhanging fat lip
Pussing out the cracks with the Vaseline grip
So wake up, you need to learn the correct

I'm the one that gets the job done, I′m great

And walk away with respect

When Tone's in effect, 'cause I′m in

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This is the style following that I kill
Putting heads to bed like NyQuil
Flying pots, so go fly a kite

High enough to get struck by lightning

A key is tied to the string
To cause a shock worse than a sting
From a killer bee, but don′t touch the honey
Pockets so fat it's translated means money
And power, spraying thugs 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
Art show, I think you should know

I'm Tone with the skin tone that seems to glow like snow
That keeps falling to the Earth
Take your rhymes to the pawn shop and see what they′re worth
Nothing, 'cause your rhymes ain′t top notch
So sit back, relax and watch, 'cause I'm in

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Now when I′m in effect that means I′m in the mode to move
'Cause I′ve never been sued or sold
You see you need to be told
The weak style of rap you're using is old and worn out
That′s why you never get a turnout
All you're ever gonna be is a burnout MC

You see you′ll never be a hero
So listen sweetheart, you need to cut that zero
Like my man Thug said, the opposite is a bug bed
Or a bed bug, 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
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 brewing
Ask yourself, you′re told what you′re doing
Eventually, soon come to realize
I keep my eyes on the prize, 'cause I′m in

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