Flashback

I wanna flashback to "love 2 love u baby"

Dance me into a disco

Open rebellion inside Studio 54

Freaking to Summers

Smoothing out LQ w/the uptown hustle

I was that Buffalo girl

I decided to go round the outside

Where Latinos & Blacks dominated break dancing

Falling out of the sweetest hangover

Into the Paradise Garage

Knuck Knuck on the wheels

Acid head & faithful followers worship house

Exposed the freak in me

Fuckadelics telling me I was going to be someones "Beach" tonite

We were pillpopping

Droppers

Blowers

All 1 funky wild psychedelic flower

Those were the days

When Stax wax gave birth to Black Moses

Days when I was lost in space

In a place called the Bronx Baby!

Where Deterioration was all around

Abandon buildings falling to the ground

Splattered naked ladies on isolated halls

Tagging walls

Baggies sleeping on broken benches

Rats parading around in dirty water trenches

And potholes created abstract art in streets

Music boxes booming

Remember them days eye haze from cocaine

And Run DMC was driving the music world insane

Cause "it's like that"

Cardboard boxes draggle behind B Boys

Setting stage 4 street shows

Crazy legs was hotter then the 4th of July

South Bronx held me a slave to its difference

Arresting thoughts of the B55

I was in the middle of gunsmoking

Shattered glass

& the bullet blast

Back, back when the Ace of Spades was not a card game

& the Seven Crowns were street Kings

When Superfly was my man only in my technicolor dreams

We all fell in love w/Shaft

So "shut yr mouth"

In the word was "God"

"Son"

"Earth"

Five percenter vernacular

Wearing 100 % coconut oil

Dixie peach grease my scalp

I was infatuated w/my liberation

Back in the days when Plato's Retreat was the after party

Ya heard....



Lep
2007 copyright

OP

You fondled thoughts of me in mind scope

Yr fingers tiptoe 2 pleasures

Kindly

Sweetly

Gently kissing my juices

Setting me afire

Captured by yr desire

Conjured up some sort of wicked voodoo

I was caught inside yr web unable to escape yr embrace

You held me carefully placing my body on the bed of my familiar

Dr. Buzzard's Original Savannah Band is playing instrumentals

All in my head

"Cherchez La Femme"

You hear the music

Shall we dance

You are a cool breeze blowing

I feel the chill

Through the skin into my soul

We are beyond Soul Train

Shall we summon the Orishas

Inhaled fragrant incense of a "Love Supreme"

Giving you sweet marmalade meat between brown thighs

Pulling apart legs throwing them towards the night sky

Over shoulders

Around yr back however which way

They seem to fit perfectly

Manipulating my assets

Playing pitty pat on my back

You finally got to kiss these lips

Huggy bear my hips

Suck a mouth full of titty

"Sure nuff"

We continue baby love talk

"I wanna love you 2 yr bones"

Now that's a serious Jones


(c) 2006

Ode to a Lady

She keep passing me by

I try to search her eyes

Slanting to sides

Of street corners

Green steal tracks

Urban rats

Could I be the star in her eye

Always searching for the next guy

We watch her on pretty sunny days

Swaying down the street

I run outside just to see

If she will say hi to me

Sweet lady

Lonely eyed

I think she is searching for her colored man

The Chocolate'

The brothas

Why not me mommie

Morena

Senorita

You keep passing me by

Everyday I die to search those eyes

Dark w/worry

Abandon by a frequent smile

I catch her on good days

So I say "Hi baby!"

Try to sound like a brotha

So I don't say too much

I become accustomed to the head nod

Dancing in my constuction boots

"Baby got back"

Damn I drink Jack's tequila

Recite "Tilting at Wind Mills"

She be my peyote & i'll be constantly high

Hoping today she won't pass me by

Sweet black lady

You keep passing me by

I would love to be the man who would hold yr stare

Forever



(c) 2004

Sekou

We all know

How Sekou do

Run a rhyme like a track star

Not knowing how far

Reparation

I said reparation.....

Could run

Sekou tongue tapping

Rhythmic African drums

Beating

Daddy o

Daddy o

Fuse in Bird bebopping

w/Arrested Development hip hopping "raining revolution"

Sekou, how do you do the things you do?

Fresh like mojito's at Carlito's cafe

C'mon Sekou

Blow blues through Harlem trees

Unlike a cacaphony

You perform a lyrical symphony

So keep on doing what cha do.....

Lepadah

(c) 2007