The Unlocking Lyrics - The Roots

* 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! 

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[ursula rucker] 

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 

Photos 

*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'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? 

* gun cocks *