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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dead Prez
Dead Prez
Performer
Umi Smoke
Umi Smoke
Vocals
Candy Store
Candy Store
Vocals
Bernard Grubman
Bernard Grubman
Guitar
Pressure
Pressure
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
C. Gavin
C. Gavin
Composer
L. Alford
L. Alford
Lyrics
A. Oyewole
A. Oyewole
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dead Prez
Dead Prez
Producer

Lyrics

It's time for some mind sex, we ain't got to take our clothes off yet We can burn the incense, and just chat Relax, I got the good vibrations Before we make love let's have a good conversation Pardon me love but you seem like my type What you doin tonight? you should stop by the site We could, roll some weed play some records and talk I got a fly spot downtown Brooklyn, New York Now I know you think I wanna fuck, no doubt But tonight we'll try a different route, how bout we start With a salad, a fresh bed of lettuce with croutons Later we can play a game of chess on the futon See I ain't got to get in your blouse It's your eye contact, that be getting me aroused When you show me your mind, it make me wanna show you mines Reflecting my light, when it shines, just takin' our time Before the night's through, we could get physical too I ain't tryin' to say I don't wanna fuck, 'cause I do But for me boo, makin' love is just as much mental I like to know what I'm gettin' into We could have mind sex, we ain't got to take our clothes off yet We can burn the incense, and just chat Relax, I got the good vibrations Before we make love let's have a good conversation It's time for some mind sex, we ain't got to take our clothes off yet We can burn the incense, and just chat Relax, I got the good vibrations Before we make love let's have a good conversation Time for some mind sex Before we make love Yeah, what you know about mind sex? Before we make love, baby, baby African princess, tell me yo' interests Wait, let me guess boo, you probably like poetry Here's a little something I jotted down in case I spotted you around So let me take this opportunity Would you share a moment with me, over herbal tea? Take a walk verbally, make a bond certaintly 'Cause in my hand I bet your hand fit perfectly And it's like we floatin out in space when you flirtin' wit me C'mon, a little foreplay don't hurt (hmm) Imagine my chest under this shirt, your ass under your skirt It's like walking the hot sands and finding an oasis Opposites attract that's the basis Our sex is the wind that seperates the yin from the yang The balance that means complete change, our aim Is to touch you in a delicate spot And once we get it started I ain't trying to stop But first we have mind sex, we ain't got to take our clothes off yet We can burn the incense, and just chat Relax, I got the good vibrations Before we make love let's have a good conversation It's time for some mind sex, we ain't got to take our clothes off yet We can burn the incense, and just chat Relax, I got the good vibrations Before we make love let's have a good conversation Mind sex She smiles, I smile (before we make love) She walks, no she glides softly by me changing night into day She opens her mouth to speak, and so sounds ring in my head (before we make love, baby, baby) She speaks, and i want to dance to her rhythm She moves ever so gently, increasing my desires As I place my arms around her waist Hold and squeeze unto me I want to melt into her body, and discover the base of her warmth Her beautiful black body that, no human mind could ever conceive She's love She's truth She's real, as real as the stars that shine in the heavens As real as the sun that bathes her body As real as the moon that glows and the birds that sing and the rose That blossoms in spring for she is that rose And not just any rose But a black rose Black rose stands tall and stronger than any other plant A black rose, that stands as creator, of nations of black rose That never loses her petals, and blossoms all year round Black rose Sweet rose Thornless rose Eternal rose Please look my way Please look my way Please look my way Black rose
Writer(s): Lavonne Alford, Gavin Clayton, A Oyewole Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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