The 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 wha**up dude? [2] this is the black ill [1] oh wha**up 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** 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**? [2] the whole resevoir dog squad n sh**, 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 damn, wha**up with some more jawns? [2] oh yes.. it's just her and some weed y'knowmsayin? f** some other sh** [1] fukkit, aight, bet, what the.. Y'know wha**up 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**ual ties for few and untrue Words of admiration, translation: s**er a**, lines, of trash Spewing from first one's unsk**ed lips That beg for p**y tricks that make his dick go quickly limp She pimps her innocence as second one demands entrance Through the back door.. "bend over b**h, 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 a** like a real pro who*e" Her subsequent screams seemed to praise Sent messages of pleasure and pain to his f** tainted brain But her screams masked laughs at his dumb a** 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 n***a joint just swell, To think? i wanna sink my inches, into that b**h'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 s**ual endeavors, end up rough Cause neither one of them could keep that weak sh** 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 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 *yvette smalls' pager goes off* Seems she nameless to cuz, got his stuff in a d**h c*nt clutch He fast falls from the force of her tight p**y punch Just like the rest of that sorry a** bunch Now here comes six ready to add his inactive sh** to the mix Talkin smack at that Saying, "girl, i'ma wax that a**, and stick that slit so hard, You gonna be calling me god" So he proceeds to poke and prod With clumsy finger and wack s** 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 p**y 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 can*l Slave to the waves, made him cum for days Eighth and last one turn arise Plys 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** games She smooth reaches behind her and takes straight aim At eight shriveled up co*ks with a fully loaded glock Parts lips, not expressly made for milding dicks And 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 Excites me, see y'all f** with the p**y But i f** 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 co*ks *