The Roots, Ursula Rucker - The Unlocking lyrics

Hello? Yo who dis
Yo this (edited) yo what up man
Yeah what's up dude, who dis
This is the Black Thought oh, what's up dude
Yo What? Yo we down at the studio yo word?
And we got a jawn yo she vibe?
Yeah she vibe what's up wit' her?
Jawn I used to talk to
Sometimes 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 wit' it?
(laughs) 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 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'?
Fuck it, aight bet, you know what's up
For real for real yeah, so come through
Aight what time yo?
Umm Like nine? yeah, come through nine 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 fuck 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 wanna sink my inches
Into that bitch's berry-framed mouth"
So one goes North, the other South
To sanctified places where in-house spirit's
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 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 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'mma 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
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 fuck 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 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 fuck with the pussy
But, I fuck with your minds
Lack of soul and respect is the crime
Thiswas a set up now tell me what?
What's my name?