resurrection

when a man gets a second erection b-n-r immedeately after -j-c-l-t-ng c-mming.
my wife has always been impressed and pleased with my resurrections throughout our relationship….her friends too!
a cl-ssic alb-m by the rapper formerly known as common sense featuring,”i used to love h.e.r”, a song consider to hold hip hop’s greatest concept.
“i met this girl, when i was ten years old
and what i loved most she had so much soul
she was old school, when i was just a shorty
never knew throughout my life she would be there for me” – i used to love h.e.r from resurrection
when someone gets a guy hard, working him toward the point of climax. right before he goes, the person hits the guy in the d-ck so hard it’ll take him three days to get another erection.
yeah, but i got a resurrection earlier today so it’s all good
f-ckin’ cl-ssic song by common sense, or common.

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i used to love h.e.r.
verse one
i stagger in the gathering possessed by a patter-in
that be scatterin
over the globe will my vocals be travellin
unravellin my abdomen it’s lon that’s babblin
grammatics that are masculine
i grab them in, verbally badgerin broads
i wish that madelline, was back on video lp
i went against all odds and got a even steven
proceed to read and not believin everything i’m readin
but my brain was bleedin, needin feedin, and exercise
i didn’t seek the best of buys, it’s a lie to textualize
i -n-lyze where i rest my eyes
and chastise the best of guys with punchlines
i’m nestle when it’s crunch-time
for your mind like one time
if poetry was p-ssy i’d be sunshine
cause i deliver like the sun-times
confined in once-mines on dumb rhymes i combine
i’m hype like i’m unsigned, my diet i unswine
eatin beef sometimes i try to cut back on that sh-t
this rap sh-t is truly outta control
my style is too developed to be arrested
it’s the freestyle, so now it’s out on parole
they tried to hold my soul in a holding cell so i would sell
i bonded with a break and had enough to make bail
a misdemeanor fell on his knee for the jury
i asked no for his id and the judge thought there was two of me
motion for a recess to retest my fingerprints
they relinquished since, cause i was guilty in a sense

verse two
i ride the rhythm like a schwinn bike when in dim light
i use insight to enlight devices h-t the skin tight
words of wisdom wail from my windpipe
imaginations in flight
i send light, like ben’s kite i’ve been bright
get open like on gym nights
and in fights i send rights
don’t hook with skins my friends like
i spend nights up in dyk-s
in spite i’ve been indicted as a freak of all trades
i got it made
i bathe in b-sslines, rinse in riffs, dry in drums
come from a tribe of b-ms
hooked on negro and mums
had to halt with the, malt liquor
cause off the malt liquor i fought n-gg-z
now my speech and thought’s quicker
cruisin southside streets with no heat and no sticker
u ak got my back and we don’t get no thicker
u ak got my back and we don’t get no thicker
u ak got my back and we don’t now check it
i’m a homeboy not a home n-gg-, ain’t scared of no n-gg-
but it’s my turn to go i gotta go
and i’m gone with the storm

-ohhla.com