Where is...
that brother
that can and would spit like this
and cash every check with his ass and intentions?
Do I know you? Or do you know him?
Maybe a comparative
or a conceptual equivalent of such.
Lisa(<---click) made me do it.
((Love rain Remix))
Mos Says-
stretched my arms towards the sky like blades of tall grass
The sun beat between my shoulders like carnival drums
I sat still in hopes that it would help my wings grow
So then I could really be fly
And then she arrived
Like day break inside a railway tunnel
Like the new moon, like a diamond in the mines
Like high noon to a drunkard, sudden
She made my heart beat in a now-now time signature
Her skin and canvas for ultraviolet brushstrokes
She was the sun's painting
She was a deep cognac color
Her eyes sparkled like lights along the new city
She lips pursed as if her breath was too sweet
And full for her mouth to hold
I said, "You are the beautiful, distress of mathematics."
I said, "For you, I would peel open the clouds like new fruit
And give you lightning and thunder as a dowry
I would make the sky shed all of it's stars like rain
And I would clasp the constellations across your waist
And I would make the heavens your cape
And they would be pleased to cover you
They would be pleased to cover you
May I please, cover you, please" OOOO0000oooooo damn.
(bootay tingles every time I contemplate the inspiration for da words let alone listen)
Danm Lisa I had shelved that CD.
Bad Grrrl. *slappin that hand"
showmeshowmeshoeshooowwwmeeeee.
