EWR - Terminal A, Gate 20

[Intro]
You know how it is with these vandals today
That was no ordinary vandal

[Verse 1]
Starry night, guided by the guard rail
Dark rider, ride up on a car-sized garden snail
Double park, special deliver his own barf-mail
I ain't heed the call you sent, it's smart to fail to call again
I'm harm's way incarnate, shooting marbles at your army men
Who hardy har'd and met the architect of horrid R.E.M
Sorry, I love the smell of markers in the 4 a.m
And drawing giant letters on whatever signage force the hand
How the corner camera had him back in his lobby
When all his calls ping a tower in the Valley of Gwangi, eh?
Body double obvi', I'm one who is two
No, I am one who is one, it was just too much for The Cube
I know the "what if" you mull would undo the bubble you blew
What if I tell you I am everywhere at once and it's true?
I'm playing chess with Picasso, I train to fight with the champ
I'm dealing cards to a Martian, I'm shooting dice with the Lamb
Modern science hasn't figured out what's triggering the super-strength
But also hasn't seen him eat a pepper that he grew himself
Hydroponic veggie garden, strawberry vines goin' pop
My bok choy look like Sideshow Bob
My salsa recipe is kept in a safe
Sharpest teeth on the block, anyone who disagree is a bot
Yo, anyone who isn't me is a cop
He the all-season, seasonal fog, Aes Rock in effect

[Chorus]
E-F-F-E-C-T
All city, all-star, all land, air, sea
Hand to the most low, always in motion
Cargo on the slow boat, called to the quotient
E-F-F-E-C-T
All I do is get lost, get found, get free
Crawl down Broadway, stinking like flat black
Slalom through the pup tents, puppy in the back pack

[Verse 2]
Bogey to bogey, pony up
Posy for the pocket of any remotely chosen one
Folk about face in missing man formation
A fancy way to say you're 0 and 1, so much for your Logan's Run
And future saying no to drugs, future saying yes to emotional donut runs
Or any UFO that comes
Poor thing, I know that take a loss and wave a saucer down
Like take me to anywhere but the office or the lost and found
At the lost and lost, free to scrap the vector
Anti-matter ain't about to bat a signal back to sender
Fed the tracker to a fish and the fish to a bear
Check the body cam is on once you're physically there
Where all it take is a theatre major to be the mayor
All it take is Anita Baker to keep us anchored
That "Same Old Love" in summer get the average hermit
Feeling he or she could lift a Hummer off a trapped person
Crossword killer of EWR's terminal A
Gate 20 on eternal delay
In hour two, all of my letters are curling up from the ledger
Circling above us, spelling out the terms of my surrender
I been showing up too early for that shift in your Js
I do the mile, have a witness play the vid when you wake
Catch him playing hooky from the whole abysmal charade
I'm at the crib watching Video Days, homeboy in effect

[Chorus]
E-F-F-E-C-T
All city, all-star, all land, air, sea
Hand to the most low, always in motion
Cargo on the slow boat, called to the quotient
E-F-F-E-C-T
All I do is get lost, get found, get free
Crawl down Broadway, stinking like flat black
Slalom through the pup tents, puppy in the back pack