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roots - the unlocking lyrics
– phone dialed and rings –
[1]
he-llo?
[2]
yo who dis?
[1]
yo this
[edited]
[2]
yo whattup man?
[1]
yo wh-ssup dude?
[2]
this is the black ill
[1]
oh wh-ssup g?
[2]
y’know, yo
[1]
what?
[2]
we down in the studio yo
[1]
word?
[2]
yo we got a jawn
[1]
yo, is she live?
[2]
yeah she’s live
[1]
sup wit her?
[2]
she’s just, real nice to talk sometimes i used to knock off
[1]
word how she be swingin?
[2]
oh yeah she’s swingin like that y’know it’s on!
[1]
oh word?
[2]
i called a couple other heads and sh-t y’know
[1]
aight, who else who else – who else widdit?
[2]
-laughing-
[1]
i mean she widdit like that?
[2]
yeah you know!
[1]
ain’t no bullsh-t?
[2]
the whole resevoir dog squad n sh-t, we gon’ be eight deep
[1]
oh aight, word
[2]
so come on down, it’s on yo
[1]
aiyyo it’s it’s it’s just us?
[2]
yeah it’s just us
[1]
oh d-mn, wh-ssup with some more jawns?
[2]
oh yes. it’s just her and some weed y’knowmsayin? f-ck some other sh-t
[1]
f-kkit, aight, bet, what the. y’know wh-ssup for real for real
[2]
word, yo so come through
[1]
aight what time yo?
[2]
umm
[1]
like now?
[2]
yeah, come through now!
[1]
peace
[2]
peace!
[ursula rucker]
i the voyeur, peer, as she begins her, ritual
paying s-xual ties for few and untrue
words of admiration, translation: sucker -ss, lines, of trash
spewing from first one’s unskilled lips
that beg for p-ssy tricks that make his d-ck go quickly limp
she pimps her innocence as second one demands entrancethrough the back door. “bend over b-tch, you know this is what you were born for; to dig those soft and lotioned knees into the floor — and take it in, that sweetly spread -ss like a real pro wh-r-“her subsequent screams seemed to praise
sent messages of pleasure and pain to his f-ck tainted brain
but her screams masked laughs at his dumb -ss
as he quicker comes, then third and fourth one just as dumb
invite themselves to join in
third one wants to hit the skins old-fashioned stylewhile fourth one says,”don’t she got some dsl’s, make a n-gg- joint just swell, to think? i wanna sink my inches, into that b-tch’s, berry-framed mouth”so one goes north, the other south
to sanctified places where in-house spiritswill later wash away all traces, of their ill-spoken wordsand complacent faces
and then, like their minutemen, predecessors
lude, aggrandized s-xual endeavors, end up rough
cause neither one of them could keep that weak sh-t up
corrupt, fifth one steps to her
hip-hop clothed just to, think he gonna impress her”hey slim, i heard you was a spinna — sit on up top this thing, black d-ck, and work it like a winner”with the quickness he got his pseudo-thickness all up in her
but suddenly he, stops mid thrust-yvette smalls’ pager goes off-seems she nameless to cuz, got his stuff in a death c-nt clutch
he fast falls from the force of her tight p-ssy punch
just like the rest of that sorry -ss bunch
now here comes six ready to add his inactive sh-t to the mix
talkin smack at that
saying, “girl, i’ma wax that -ss, and stick that slit so hard, you gonna be calling me god”so he proceeds to poke and prodwith clumsy finger and wack s-x slinger”condoms make me last longer,” wrong, cause hermotions of sn-tch, however detached from the situationcause his pre pre pre–j-c-l-t–n
it seems she just wastingood p-ssy and time on dudes like number sevenwho ain’t learned their lesson
he wants to enter the flesh divineby dropping a kind of semi-sweet line”your honey hole so fine and mile deep; i’m gonna leap into you like an ocean do you right and make your head spin”so he jumped in and then, he drowned
got lost and found in her tart c-n-l
slave to the waves, made him c-m for days
eighth and last one turn arise
plys her with familiar lies
even more familiar still, causehim she used to love
but he never could quite see above, her mound
a pound of flesh is all she was, no name no face or even voice
so poised, she rises — phoenix from the flame
finally bored with their feeble f-ck games
she smooth reaches behind her and takes straight aimat eight shriveled up c-cks with a fully loaded glock
parts lips, not expressly made for milding d-cksand then, she speaks: your shreiks of horror bring me bliss, i must admit
the thought that i could shred your tips with eight quick flips-xcites me, see y’all f-ck with the p-ssybut i f-ck with your minds
lack of soul and respect is the crime
this. was a set up. now tell me what… what’s my name?- gun c-cks –
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