Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Unlocking, artist - The Roots. Date of issue: 16.01.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Unlocking |
| He-LLO? |
| Yo who dis? |
| Yo this |
| Yo whattup man? |
| Yo whassup dude? |
| This is the Black Ill |
| Oh whassup G? |
| Y’know, yo What? |
| We down in the studio yo Word? |
| Yo we got a jawn |
| Yo, is she live? |
| Yeah she’s live |
| Sup wit her? |
| She’s just, real nice to talk |
| Sometimes I used to knock off |
| Word how she be swingin? |
| Oh yeah she’s swingin like that y’know it’s on! |
| Oh WORD? |
| I called a couple other heads and shit y’know |
| Aight, who else who else — who else widdit? |
| *laughing* |
| I mean she widdit LIKE THAT? |
| Yeah you know! |
| Ain’t no bullshit? |
| The whole Resevoir Dog squad n shit, we gon’be eight deep |
| Oh aight, word |
| So come on down, it’s on yo Aiyyo it’s it’s it’s just us? |
| Yeah it’s just us Oh damn, whassup with some more jawns? |
| Oh yes. |
| it’s just her and some weed y’knowmsayin? |
| Fuck some other shit |
| Fukkit, aight, bet, what the. |
| Y’know whassup for real for real |
| Word, yo so come through |
| Aight what time yo? |
| Umm |
| 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 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 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 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 |
| 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’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 |
| 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 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 fuck with the pussy |
| but I fuck with your minds |
| Lack of soul and respect is the crime |
| This. |
| was a set up. |
| now tell me what… what’s my name? |