Wordplay...
Today I broke out my iPod and just let it play. I have 631 days of music on it, so I think I should listen to it. When it started, one of my all-time favorite artists came on...Jilly From Philly aka Jill Scott! I have all of her CDs. The one thing you can’t deny is that her wordplay is sick!
I started off listening to ‘The Real Thing’ CD. It’s probably my favorite one. My song, ‘Epiphany’, began to play and I quickly started to pay attention. The beat of the song is hot, but this time I decided to listen to the words. She’s a deep sista and I absolutely love her style.
Lyrics:
Watching, watching as he took the holder off his shoulder
Fire in his eyes, hands getting bolder
Quiet, quietly growing excited
Dug him for his bank account, but really for his private
Damn about a mindset
Really wasn’t into that
Needed me some pleasing, jon looking real fat
Laidback was his foreplay
All that was needed, needed me some of that
Started simple
Massaging on my temple
Pinching on my mountain peaks
That a sista's into
I responded,“Mmmmm.”
You like the sound, I like makin’ it more
I fell for the rock and sure...
Enough, he brought it close so I could really see
Up close he slid between my breast
Sweaty with lust and sweat
Rode Mt.Saint Scott ‘til ooooohooooo
Creamy lava landed on my skin and neck
Blended with my all day Chanel scent
This freaking was incredulent, decadent
Flip side, stomach meets sheets
He plows inside as if he’s making beats
As if this year’s harvest depended on it
Bendin’ on it
Back on my back old fashioned is renewed
Red toenail polish on white walls
Documenting this freaking, ahhhhh
I must…
Remember…
To thank him…
Later.
No,no,no,
No,no,no
I take charge of ship
Moving with my back and my hips
Like my ancestors did
Speaking the Bantu, Ranga and tonga
But I’ve gotta stop all that to make it longer,
But it’s too late
I put him to sleep
Curled all up, spasm all in his feet
Feeling all proud like I did something deep
Aint really nothin’ it’s the way that it be
North Philly sister repin’ hard like me
...But why do I feel so empty?
I started off listening to ‘The Real Thing’ CD. It’s probably my favorite one. My song, ‘Epiphany’, began to play and I quickly started to pay attention. The beat of the song is hot, but this time I decided to listen to the words. She’s a deep sista and I absolutely love her style.
Lyrics:
Watching, watching as he took the holder off his shoulder
Fire in his eyes, hands getting bolder
Quiet, quietly growing excited
Dug him for his bank account, but really for his private
Damn about a mindset
Really wasn’t into that
Needed me some pleasing, jon looking real fat
Laidback was his foreplay
All that was needed, needed me some of that
Started simple
Massaging on my temple
Pinching on my mountain peaks
That a sista's into
I responded,“Mmmmm.”
You like the sound, I like makin’ it more
I fell for the rock and sure...
Enough, he brought it close so I could really see
Up close he slid between my breast
Sweaty with lust and sweat
Rode Mt.Saint Scott ‘til ooooohooooo
Creamy lava landed on my skin and neck
Blended with my all day Chanel scent
This freaking was incredulent, decadent
Flip side, stomach meets sheets
He plows inside as if he’s making beats
As if this year’s harvest depended on it
Bendin’ on it
Back on my back old fashioned is renewed
Red toenail polish on white walls
Documenting this freaking, ahhhhh
I must…
Remember…
To thank him…
Later.
No,no,no,
No,no,no
I take charge of ship
Moving with my back and my hips
Like my ancestors did
Speaking the Bantu, Ranga and tonga
But I’ve gotta stop all that to make it longer,
But it’s too late
I put him to sleep
Curled all up, spasm all in his feet
Feeling all proud like I did something deep
Aint really nothin’ it’s the way that it be
North Philly sister repin’ hard like me
...But why do I feel so empty?
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