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Effortless (feat. Prince EA)
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Effortless (feat. Prince EA) was released on December 28, 2010 by Coast 2 Coast Mixtapes as a part of the album Unsung: The Garden of Eden, Vol. 1
December 28, 2010
LabelCoast 2 Coast Mixtapes
LanguageEnglish
BPM83
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

Yeah, uh, hahaha
St. Louis, what up?
St. Louis, what up?
Listen, I am definitely, evidently, effortlessly
Showing the world nobody's effing with me
So if you think some other motherfucker's better than me
His name might be the letter between the F and the D
For real, for real, you get it?
I said between the F and the...
That's Prins E, who you know that's better than he?
Got a flow that'll blow like when elephants speak
If Jahlil Ortiz says "Yahwah", then I'll say "Yahweh"
From the way that I be blessing these beats
That's God's name, a name I was destined to keep
See, God gave me the training and said I would be the next him
So guess what? When you get on your knees to begin
Confessing your sins, it's redirected to me
Listen, so just stay on my good side
That boy rhyme like he push pies and he took lives
That boy rhyme like a Lil Nas or a Lil Hov
Who would've known these little rhymes would get him on?
Cause man, I used to ride the bench like "let me get in, coach"
Now I ride first class and I don't get in coach
I remember girls would put me in that friend zone
Now they call me they BFF
And I see more sex than a goddamn nympho
And I see more kinfolk
Family matters, but dammit, they acting just like the Winslows
Whoa, I remember you used to laugh at me
What you forgot, dad? I cried in that back seat
See, I represent the kids who never had nothing
Cause all my life, I was that kid who never had nothing
The skinny loser in the gym, I never had muscles
And couldn't get waves no matter which way that I brushed it
Fuck it, it's nothing, I made a few adjustments
Got out the back blocks, stepped up the hustle
Warmed up the laptop and pressed the on button
And damn, now they saying it's a new day
In a game full of squares, he's a new shape
He's like watching School Daze on Blu Ray
Cause he's old school, but he does it in a new way
All I need is a old booth and two takes
Pro Tools and I can show you the Clue tapes
I was dope when every dude had a 2-way
Before Oprah Winfrey was trying to lose weight
Back when Diddy was Puffy
And **** was telling each other "homie, you ain't ugly, you ugle"
Me against you, homie, that's a huge waste
You doo-doo, pal, you gon' need my very own voodoo doll
Plus two new styles
Cause shit, that's like Coo Coo Cal against Lupe
Fiasco, you asshole
Yeah, Prins E, man, St. Louis, Stimuli
I am definitely, evidently, effortlessly
Showing the world nobody's effing with me
If you think some other motherfucker's better than me
You might be on the letter in between the F and the D
Yo E, E, check this out, look
The story's moral is I'm more than mortal
I'm from the future, bitch, I walk through portals
Swear I had my fortune told in
Prediction, fortune holder, yeah, my past was sort of awful
But it was a gift cause in the present, I am close to royal
I used to battle eight cats, wouldn't call it oral
I eat beats too, smorgasbord enormous portions
To the smallest morsels, yeah, I'm mostly cordial
But three pieces in my suit don't mean my clothes are formal
Reverse my verses just in case I'm cursed, I flow abnormal
Back, time turn, wish I could help fallen soldiers
And aborted daughters, before the rigor mortis sets in
Destined, yes, I was lost and hopeless
Dodged eviction notices and terminations
With the clever way I'm speaking
Flipping, bouncing words and statements
Sheesh, are you hearing this sick shit?
It's automatic like the opposite of stick shifts
Like trying to get the panties off a thick chick
After a buffet dinner with 'nuff plates in her, it's nothing
I sneak a bottle in the restaurant
Got her bent, now she asking how much sex I want
See, I don't try hard, she said "my God"
Pants down, tripod, anyway, look
It's like you on Wheel of Fortune
And Hip Hop Savior's the phrase you can't see
You got two O's, two P's, two I's and a V
One R, but what's missing is me
That's S-H-A, my essays, they make eses say "he's so incredible"
I surpass them dudes that's popping they gats
They think they hot and I laugh and sit
And watch 'em like math in kindergarten
It's like a layup by myself
And the other team is late, so yeah, I'm playing by myself
Damn, what else can I say about myself?
This is small to a giant, this is small to an elf
Like sleeping on the job, like performing in the sheets
Well, I guess that would be hard, but still a breeze
Like breathing, like blinking, like walking and chewing gum
Like an officer using guns on a **** for doing nothing
I am definitely, evidently, effortlessly
Showing the world nobody's effing with me
If you think some other motherfucker's better than me
You might be on the letter in between the F and the D
For real, for real
Prins E, Stimuli
Brooklyn, all the way to the Lou, man
We get it in
Shout to Dams
Unstoppable, the story
Shouts to Stimuli
You know, I've heard that I'm too preachy
I guess when you do songs like "Have You Seen Him?" about
You know, absentee fathers and blasphemy about God
Or "I Believe", people think that that's preachy
I don't know if you can call someone that does
Songs like "Smelly Cat" and abortion songs preachy
But I get it, you know, you walk into a
Classroom, you expect to hear a teacher
Go to church, you expect to hear a pastor
You turn on a rap song, you know, you don't wanna
Hear "Keep Ya Head Up, My Brothers and Sisters"
Unless you 2Pac and you got shot or you've
Been in jail or you're a known criminal
Like, you can't be smart and non-
Confrontational and kick knowledge, ****
Written by: Sherod Williams
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