At The Bar Scence: Tipsy On The Scenery

I heard her sex game was left lane

Interstate 95 –

I heard she pump jet fuel in the lambo

Do or die like rambo –

So I held my glass up in salute-

Decided I’ll pass on that ass,

And pick up with the feel’n at home

In the sex room – where parents groom;

Shhhhyt… I call it the Sugar Dome.

Can’t get confuse and misuse the heat

Got’ta –

Make heat where I can slouch in complete –ness,

Sweetness is a delicacy of mine;

I visually record the grind so when she’s not around

Like digi – tal, Divine can … rewind!  - “pull it back selectah!!!”

Like osun the Goddess is the sweetness of nectar.

In gansta we say, “We all got guns”

But check it Badu,

Mama’s  gun is a Heckler…  (MP5K automatic that is).

The point is…

Dudes get lost in the heat of the moment

But in foreign land – understand my seeds, nall!

Divine ain’t sow’n it

It’s hard to build a nation outside of patience

And I can move better with the lack of aggravation,

And the trails of a mental patient; So…

Navigation on home bound.

Tip-toe to the Sugar Dome.

Vibrate the cell phone.

“Iya?...”

“Baba’s is home.”