sexydeltagirl
05-14-07, 10:46 AM
Verbal Intercourse is what we engage in...
An exchange of wordy specimens are what we are trade'in..
He gives me straight bars while I break mine down into fragments..
So this way I can pause n' think then switch of my dialect...
He goes first as he's sayin how is flows are legendary..
And unlike things already passed he's history in the making...
I'm watchin his movements and they way he moves his hands...
His b-boy stance has me in a trance....
Legs slightly seperated, back straight, shoulders strong...
He's like moving poetry....
And after a while his words make no sense to me...
I've zoned out tryna 2 not to let him get the best of me..
So the spotlight is on me and it's my time to shine...
But instead of blowin him away my words are sub-prime...
Can't get my words together I'm sayin things I don't wanna say..
So I tell him he got me this time...
But he tells me to keep going and it'll come to me...
So I keep going, and before I know it the words are makin sense...
I'm telling him how I'm far from the average..
And I know I've been here before so this life is just practice...
He's feelin my story and he's quite intrigued...
Yet I end it with a bit of mystery...
Cause I'm still not sure of my destiny...
He's quite now and so am I...
We don't know the next words to say so we just smile...
I'm hoping it was as good for him as it was for me...
This is the end of our verbal intercourse...
I'm in desperate need of a cigarette...
An exchange of wordy specimens are what we are trade'in..
He gives me straight bars while I break mine down into fragments..
So this way I can pause n' think then switch of my dialect...
He goes first as he's sayin how is flows are legendary..
And unlike things already passed he's history in the making...
I'm watchin his movements and they way he moves his hands...
His b-boy stance has me in a trance....
Legs slightly seperated, back straight, shoulders strong...
He's like moving poetry....
And after a while his words make no sense to me...
I've zoned out tryna 2 not to let him get the best of me..
So the spotlight is on me and it's my time to shine...
But instead of blowin him away my words are sub-prime...
Can't get my words together I'm sayin things I don't wanna say..
So I tell him he got me this time...
But he tells me to keep going and it'll come to me...
So I keep going, and before I know it the words are makin sense...
I'm telling him how I'm far from the average..
And I know I've been here before so this life is just practice...
He's feelin my story and he's quite intrigued...
Yet I end it with a bit of mystery...
Cause I'm still not sure of my destiny...
He's quite now and so am I...
We don't know the next words to say so we just smile...
I'm hoping it was as good for him as it was for me...
This is the end of our verbal intercourse...
I'm in desperate need of a cigarette...