The Unlocking
The Roots, Ursula Rucker
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Hello? Yo, who this? Yo, this- Yo, what up, man? Yo, what's up, dude? Who this? This is the Black Thought Oh, what's up, G? What's good? Yo What? We down at the studio, yo Word? And we got a jawn Yo, she live? Yeah, she vibe What's up wit' her? Jawn, I used to talk to, some jawn I used to knock off Word, how she be swingin'? She swingin' like that you know Oh, word? I called a couple other heads and shit, you know Ah, who else, who else wit' it? (Haha) I mean, she wit' it like that? Yeah, you know Ain't no bullshit? You get the whole Reservoir Dogs squad and shit, it gon' be AD Oh, aight, word Come on down, it's on AD Ayo it, it's, it's just her? Yeah, it's just her Oh damn, what's up with some more jawns? It's just her and some weed, you know what I'm sayin'? F*ck some more jawns F*ck it, aight bet, you know what's up, for real for real Yeah, so come through Aight, what time, yo? Um, like now? Yeah, come through now Peace Peace I the voyeur, peer, as she begins her, ritual Paying sexual ties for few and untrue Words of admiration, translation Sucker ass, lines, of trash Spewing from First One's unskilled lips That beg for pussy tricks that make his dick go quickly limp She pimps her innocence as Second One demands entrance Through the back door "Bend over bitch, 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 ass like a real pro whore" 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 ass 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 style While Fourth One says "Don't she got some DSL's, make a nigga joint just swell To think? I want to sink my inches, into that bitch's Berry-framed mouth" So one goes North, the other South To sanctified places where in-house spirits Will later wash away all traces, of their ill-spoken words And complacent faces And then, like their Minutemen, predecessors Lude, aggrandized sexual endeavors, end up rough 'Cause neither one of them could keep that weak shit up Corrupt, Fifth One steps to her Hip-hop clothes just to, think he gonna impress her "Hey Slim, I heard you was a spinna, sit on up Top this thing, black dick, and work it like a winner" With the quickness he got his pseudo-thickness all up in her But suddenly he, stops mid thrust Seems she nameless to 'cause, got his stuff in a death cunt clutch He fast falls from the force of her tight pussy punch Just like the rest of that sorry ass bunch Now here comes Six ready to add his inactive shit to the mix Talkin' smack at that Saying, "Girl, I'ma wax that ass, and stick that slit so hard You gonna be calling me God" So he proceeds to poke and prod With clumsy finger and wack-sex slinger "Condoms make me last longer," wrong, 'cause her Motions of snatch, however detached from the situation Cause his pre, pre, pre-ejaculation It seems she just wastin' Good pussy and time on dudes like Number Seven Who ain't learned their lesson He wants to enter the flesh divine By 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 Canal Slave to the waves, made him cum for days Eighth and Last One turn arise Plies her with familiar lies Even more familiar still, 'cause Him 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 aim At eight shriveled up cocks with a fully loaded Glock Parts lips, not expressly made for milking dicks And then, she speaks "Your shrieks of horror bring me bliss, I must admit The thought that I could shred your tips with eight quick flips Excites me, see y'all f*ck with the pussy But 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?" Who are you? Eh, brother, damn you! Eh, your Kung-fu is pretty good Eh, all, I wanted was some rice cakes
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Written by: Ursula Desire Rucker, Ahmir K. Thompson
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