The Unlocking - The Roots, Ursula Rucker

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?