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The Roots

The Unlocking

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* phone dialed and rings *[1] He-LLO?[2] Yo who dis?[1] Yo this [edited][2] Yo whattup man?[1] Yo whassup dude?[2] This is the Black Ill[1] Oh whassup 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 shit 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 bullshit?[2] The whole Resevoir Dog squad n shit, 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, whassup with some more jawns?[2] Oh yes.. it`s just her and some weed y`knowmsayin? Fuck some other shit[1] Fukkit, aight, bet, what the.. Y`know whassup 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, ritualPaying sexual ties for few and untrueWords of admiration, translation:sucker ass, lines, of trashSpewing from First One`s unskilled lipsThat beg for pussy tricks that make his dick go quickly limpShe pimps her innocence as Second One demands entrancethrough 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 praiseSent messages of pleasure and pain to his fuck tainted brainBut her screams masked laughs at his dumb assAs he quicker comes, then Third and Fourth One just as dumbInvite themselves to join inThird One wants to hit the skins old-fashioned stylewhile Fourth One says,"Don`t she got some DSL`s, make a nigga joint just swell, to think? I wanna sink my inches, into that bitch`s, berry-framed mouth"So one goes North, the other SouthTo sanctified places where in-house spiritswill later wash away all traces, of their ill-spoken wordsand complacent facesAnd then, like their Minutemen, predecessorsLude, aggrandized sexual endeavors, end up roughCause neither one of them could keep that weak shit upCorrupt, Fifth One steps to herHip-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 herBut suddenly he, stops mid thrust*Yvette Smalls` pager goes off*Seems she nameless to cuz, got his stuff in a death cunt clutchHe fast falls from the force of her tight pussy punchJust like the rest of that sorry ass bunchNow here comes Six ready to add his inactive shit to the mixTalkin smack at thatSaying, "Girl, I`ma wax that ass, and stick that slit so hard,you gonna be calling me God"So he proceeds to poke and prodwith clumsy finger and wack sex slinger"Condoms make me last longer," wrong, cause hermotions of snatch, however detached from the situationcause his pre pre PRE-ejaculationIt seems she just wastingood pussy and time on dudes like Number Sevenwho ain`t learned their lessonHe 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 drownedGot lost and found in her Tart CanalSlave to the waves, made him cum for daysEighth and last One turn arisePlys her with familiar liesEven more familiar still, causehim she used to loveBut he never could quite see above, her moundA pound of flesh is all she was, no name no face or even voiceSo poised, she rises -- Phoenix from the flameFinally bored with their feeble fuck gamesShe smooth reaches behind her and takes straight aimat eight shriveled up cocks with a fully loaded GlockParts lips, not expressly made for milding dicksand then, she speaks:Your shreiks of horror bring me bliss, I must admitThe thought that I could shred your tips with eight quick flipsexcites me, see y`all fuck with the pussybut I fuck with your mindsLack of soul and respect is the crimeThis.. was a set up.. now tell me what..... what`s my name?* gun cocks *

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