My Three Wives (Shakyla, Pt. III)

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Aight! Aight, aight Yo What the fuck is going on? I met the strangest chick, imported from Bangladesh So what's your angle, miss? Weak, wicked and dangerous She spoke the languages, English and Arabic Told me very quick she won't be sucking any dick Say, "Wise intelligent, you're unlike most other men A lot of brothers been filling me up with compliments But where your body's been, that's all we need to know, love Can turn this rave into a double one You just don't try to rise above" Her kiss bionic, stimulating like a roots tonic Let's be plutonic, sister, I ain't even hearing that You got me fearing that love's among the actual facts I gots to come correct, all wise, right and exact I want you mentally and physically reflecting me You want my agony penetrating sexually You won't commit but you persist with this sex shit I won't submit 'cause I'm Allah and God is dominant The sex is good but I don't need another lover, sis I'm on this trip in pursuit of Miss Intelligent Not my type but I felt like I could change a bit Strange, I had this thing for Miss Bangladesh Was it the way she used to feed me fruit and ride me well? Her wet body and punani drip the sweetest smell Ain't hard to tell she was divine like Nas and I can tell Skin black, poon fat, sexy as hell And I can't hate you Though I have tried I, I still really, really love you Love is stronger than rhyme Africa, ain't quite over her Scoping her, my sour Ethiopia Direct descendant from the Queen of Sheba Makeba and King Solomon, Falasha in origin The sweetest lips that my tongue ever taste Cute face, the softest thing my arms ever embrace Displaced for centuries from the rest of her race Erased from history, see we had that much in common We used to kick it on the dock by the Red Sea Or on the Nile in a boat made of papyrus leaf She tell the tales of the perfect loving, I was it I tell the tales of how I fell for Miss Bangladesh Pure finesse, the moon reflect the silhouette As I caress the nipples of her naked breasts Chest to chest, one, flesh of my flesh Bone of my bone, Africa had it going on She spoke shalom, peace in Hebrew style Her voice melodic and exotic like the Virgin Isles No Madagascar, oh how I was tempted to ask her To be my wife but my conscience wouldn't let me trap her I felt like I was being selfish to perceive the thought And having sharks crowning me the thief of hearts This sister had the kind of beauty wise intelligent Thinks every brother on this planet should experience And I can't hate you, baby Though I have tried I, I still really, really love you Love is stronger than rhyme Like Scott La Rock to reminisce, it's a natural bliss But yo, I really miss her, sort of like this other sister Me and her walked the sands of India Me and India took showers and plenty of Baths together, made love in the rainy weather Yet even better, I shared many orgasms with her She took me home, disconnected the phones Played the jazz of Billie Holiday and Nina Simone She said, "The man is not a man if he's no working man" Some old patriot shit, but I admit I was loving it She said I did it for the love of the shit So get it up, hold it down like a son of a bitch Boy, it brings you joy making me make noise But don't you know my roommate's trying to sleep next door? Sure, put this on, let's get up out of this piece We swung the next episode, backseat of the Jeep Peep how we did creep, illest sex, no sleep She blamed it on me because she ain't no freak Seem joy to the world, the Lord has come, let her receive a king Well how you mean? Crack a ting, relax and I'll explain She called me names of ancient kings, I called her queen I was her first, she called me God, I called her Earth We just conversed on the first full moon of May And Miss Bombay, India still ain't call me And I can't hate you, baby Though I have tried I, I still really, really love you Love is stronger than rhyme Ooh, ooh, alright Yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, oh, oh Yeah, yeah, yeah No, no, no No, no, no No, no, no Tell me, yeah I can't hate you, baby I can't fake it, baby I really, really, really, really love you Ooh, ooh Mm, mm, mm Put your head next to mine Ooh