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 The Unlocking lyrics
 
 * 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, 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
 
 *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 *
 
 
 
 
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 Clones lyrics
 Concerto of the Desperado lyrics
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 Episodes lyrics
 Intro lyrics
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 It Just Don't Stop lyrics
 No Alibi lyrics
 No Great Pretender lyrics
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 Outro lyrics
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 Push Up Ya Lighter lyrics
 Respond React lyrics
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