Poor Righteous Teachers - My Three Wives (Shakyla Pt. III) lyrics

[Wise Intelligent] I met the strangest chick, imported from Bangladesh So what's your angle miss? Weak wicked and dangerous? She spoke the languages, English and Arabic Told me very quick, she won't be s**ing any dick Say Wise Intelligent, you're unlike most other men A lot of brothers been filling me up with compliments So where your body's been That's all we need to know love Can turn this raven to a dove Or are you just gon' try to rise above Her kiss bionic, stimulating like a roots tonic Let's be platonic sister I ain't even hearing it You got me fearing that love's among the actual facts I gots to come correct, all wise right and exact I want you mentally and physically reflecting me You wants my agony penetrating s**ually You won't commit but you persist with this s** sh** I won't submit cause I'm Allah and God is dominant The s** is good but I don't need another lover sis I'm on this trip in pursuit of Miss Intelligent Not my type but I felt like I could change a bit Strange, I had this thing for Miss Bangladesh Was it the way she used to feed me fruit and rock me well? Her wet body and punanny drip the sweetest smell Ain't hard to tell she was the bomb like Nas and Akinyele Skin black, poom fat, s**y as hell [Chorus] I can't hate you, though I have tried Ahhhh, ahhh, ahhh I still really really love you Love is stronger than pride [Wise Intelligent] Africa, ain't quite over her Scoping her, my style with Ethiopia Direct descendant from the Queen of Sheba, Makeba And King Solomon, Fela'sha in origin The sweetest lips that my tongue ever taste Cute face the softest thing my arms ever embraced Displaced for centuries form the rest of her race Erased from history, see we had that much in common We used to kick it on the dock by the Red Sea Or on the Nile in a boat made of papyrus leaves She told the tales of the perfect love and I was it I tell the tales of how I fell for Miss Bangladesh Pure finesse, the moon reflected silhouette As I caress the nipples of her naked breast Chest to chest, one, flesh of my flesh Bone of my bone Africa had it going on She spoke "shalom", peace in Hebrew style Her voice melodic and exotic like the Virgin Isles No Madagascar, or how I was tempted to ask her To be my wife but my conscience wouldn't let me trap her I felt like I was being selfish to perceiver the thought And having sharks crowning me the thief of hearts This sister had the kind of beauty Wise Intelligent Thinks every brother on the planet should experience [Chorus] I can't hate you baby, though I have tried Ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhh I still really really love you Love is stronger than pride [Wise Intelligent] I stopped off to reminisce, it's a natural bliss But yo, I fully miss her, sort of like this other sister Me and her walked the sands of India Me and India, took showers and plenty of Baths together, made love in the rainy weather Yet even better, I shared many orgasms with her She took me home, disconnected the phone Played the jazz of Billie Holiday and Nina Simone She said a man is not a man if he's no worker man Some old Patra sh**, but I admit I was loving it She said I did it for the love of the sh** So get it up hold it down like a son of b**h boy It brings me joy making me make noise But don't you know my roommate's trying to sleep next door I said sure, let's swing up out of this piece We swung the next episode, back seat of my jeep Peep how we did creep, iller s** no sleep She blamed it on me because she ain't no freak Sing joy to the world the lord is come, let Earth receive her king But how you mean, crack a tin relax and I'll explain She called me names of ancient kings I called her queen I was her first, she called me God I called her Earth We just conversed on the first full moon of May And Miss Bombay India still ain't over me [Chorus]