Music Code provided by Song2Play.ComTupacFirst off I'm a Detroit so don't come to my city with that name shit tring to be someone you ain't cuz ya bond to get fucked up feel me.....Keep my name in yo memory unless u got HIV or AIDS without neglect and if you not feelin me then that’s disrespect I leave girls with instant wet so whenever they inch to get closer I leave their panties dripin wet I’m so hot I melt the gel off of yo weave and if you like freaky guys you should get on my team and imma tell you this for your own benefit when it cums to gettin intimate tell your boyfriend not to get envious because relationships, I end that shit don’t come at me with innocence I’ll end that shit and after playin hard to get imma be in that shit so don’t forget that you know I’m the man to be and I can turn yo wet dreams into fantasies and Tyest is the name that you plan to see so when I ask you this, ladies please answer me Can you handle this? If so then get after me... The finest of wineYour lips taste like the finest wineas you press them softly against mine,As we kiss, I pull you closer to my chestYou moan in anticipation of what’s next,Slowly you suck the leftover strawberry juice from my fingersand around this time no thought of regret lingers,And slowly I massage your breast with my tongueyou pull my head closer and I know that it’s begun,A bit louder now your moans have grownand a sudden chill races through your bones,You’re just where I want you at the point of no returnmy special kiss your body now yearns,A kiss on your bellybutton as you push me downslowly I lick the inside of your thigh as you beg me to do it now,Your bodies out of control like the wildest rivergently I kiss your lips and your body begins to quiver,Pulling my headand tightly grasping the bed,Your legs moving in a way as if you wanted to runwith an uncontrollable urge then you suddenly c u m,You ask me how it was after a matter of timeand I reply it tasted like the finest of wine.You have a sexual IQ of 157When it comes to sex, you are a super genius. You have had a lot of experience, and sex interests you so you know a lot about it. You pride yourself on being a source of information and guidance to all of your friends. Take this quiz at QuizUniverse.comSpiritual GiftedGod speaks to me with his mind sometimesand spreads cool rhythms about my templesthat blows my mind like a cool breeze on the first day of spring...It’s like jazz...it can surpass the typical and make all to me and in me make sensepowerful approaches, yet strange like aneurysmsas He feels my ism and feeds my egoand away we go...Off to the land of Horace Silver's lonely womanbut before I can ask Que Pasa mi chica, I’m hearin' Yama...Where is that place He takes me, the only place where I can break freein a sky where I’m kind of blue, tryin' to become one of the chosen few,right?Black angels float above my mindplayin' increments of a sad song I've never heardand it goes on and on without rewind, and I’m seein' visions in my mind thathave no meaning, so what is mine?Hello God...What does it take for sable angels like me to see God?For all that I’m worth on a day like today, let me know when we can play inthe sunrays that burn our skin like an inferno. Should I except them in mysoul to warm me, or will below spirits of gules reach out too far to harm me?God, at this time speak to me with your mind...Please, cuz while I die I’drather see you one last timeif you can allow us to dance in a white silhouette of a moon shinegenerally we come as two souls and leave as onecuz while it was hard to believe God you helped me to see God through Godand before I pass on I need God to help me free my mind from the cling-ons....So can you dance with me, maybe if you love me and can hear me, you can touchme...In my mindGod, what do you know about jazz man, cuz when I said hello God I saw God withA trumpet in his handand He welcomed me in like an old friend, while I imagined my worst sinbut now I think again...My god...I saw God through God3-R-D E-Y-E Psychic PimpA lil poem Let it be known, that all compassion has been thrown,To the way side along with foolish prideBecause the foolish hide But I intend to collide Head on, head strong Play me?! Shit, bitch ya dead wrongFuck your tears Bitches come hear this hereBitches come in pairs meaning they come twiceTo make the come any less would not sufficeThis pimps paradise, but also be a psychic pimp viceSo I play these hoes like dominoes rightFemme fatale foes I dispose of by fives 10 selfish strokes for a 5 dollar hoe 15 pimp jokes for a 20 minute show And oh, it’s most definitely a show because I taped the hoeNothing you can see, taped privately in 3-R-D E-Y-E,A minor memory, fuck you gettin you girl its all about me,But this is merely the result of a societal ill Years past safe sex being a padded head board And a bitch on the pillWe must travel to the source of what put us on this courseThe catalyst and detonating force Of this bomb day of disease and divorceWas it in our nature or their Nat-Ur-Al Ap-PalI mean, Its chicken or the egg Who fucked up first the pussy or the third leg?Adam the poor soul had no control over the mentally erectBecause in sex, nothing makes sense unless you’re limp!The come correct strength and abstract aspect Of the Psychic Pimp.In the beginning one woman deceived so now they all bleedAnd give birth after their wisdom burstsSomething they’ve grown to be proud of nowBut a straight up punishment at first; a curse!What’s worse, is that they still practice and rehearse, What put us all in an awaiting hearse in the first,No joke when they approach, disguised and cloakedWith their panties soaked, There’s fireusually where you see smokeAnd that fire burns so condoms are wornMy heart would be torn if my first child was refused the right to be bornLooked upon with a fatal feministicly fetal scorn, forever the X-man wouldmournPsychically I see all that exists even her pastHer lovers, plumbers, and suckers from her first one to the very lastthe hearts she left trashed, the pussy checks she cashedThe dicks in her mouth, the come on and in her assI see her long line of riders walk up along side herThis jovial Jezebel seeking new Jimmy providersThe one night stands, fuckin me, my man, my man, and my manThe Psychic Pimp pictures and figures fellow dick deliversPounding her moist surrounding So tell me how you hoes sound whenYou cry respect me, when last night it was sex meThere ain`t no doubt as to what you’re all aboutSo don`t even pout when I come in your mouthBe the clever instinctively vindictive bitch you were born to beOr play Phoenix and rise from the games A Black Queen and get with me.HATERSFUCK YOU, NIGGA, WITH YOUR SICKLE-CELL DISEASEFUCK YOU, NIGGA, WITH YO SISTA ON HER KNEES.FUCK YOU, SPOOK, SUCKIN DICKS FOR CRACKWHILE YO MAMMA'S GETTIN' PAID FOR LYIN' ON HER BACK.FUCK ALL YOU MUTHA FUKAZ IN THE WELFARE LINEMAKIN' CREAM FOR BEIN' LAZY WHILE I WORK OVERTIME.YOU CLAIM TO BE KING, BRINGIN' WHITEY YOUR PAINBUT YOUR STINT AT B.K. WAS THE EXTENT OF YOUR REIGN.A FAILURE, A DROP-OUT; MIND CLOUDED WITH CHRONICDON'T TRY TO CLAIM YOUR EDUCATED 'CUZ YOU ACED EBONICS.BLAMIN THE MAN FOR ALL YOU CANNOT ACHIEVEBLAME YOURSELF, 'CUZ ITS YOURSELF IN WHOM YOU DO NOT BELIEVE.YOU GOT THA GUNZ, GAME, GANJA, AND THE GOLDYOU GOT ALL THAT AND MORE... FOR THE PRICE OF YOUR SOUL.NIGGAZ CAN'T HAVE SHIT WITHOUT TEARIN' IT DOWNALWAYS WONDERIN WHY THEIR CLUBS GET SHUT DOWN.FUCKIN' NIGGAZ GET MAD AND SO FULL OF ANGUISHWHEN PEOPLE DON'T LISTEN'CUZ THEY CAN'T SPEAK THE LANGUAGE.FUCK YOU, NIGGA, BECAUSE YOUR ANCESTOR'S LOSTYOU GOT SOLD BY YOUR BROTHAS, SO NOW WHITEY'S THA BOSS.YOUR ANCESTORS KNOW ABOUT BLACK ON BLACK CRIMETHEY LOST A TRIBAL BATTLE AND WERE SOLD FOR A DIME.I'M SPEAKIN' THE TRUTH, SO Y'ALL DON'T GET PISSED, CUZ' IF IT WASN'T FOR WHITEY, Y'ALL WOULDN'T EXIST!FUCK YOU, NIGGA, YOU GOT NO KIND OF CLASSYOUR OWN MUTHA FUKIN PEOPLE CAN'T STAND YOUR ASS.WORRYIN' ABOUT THE FED'S PUSHIN YOU TO THE BRINKWHEN IT’S YOUR OWN FUCKIN PEOPLE THAT WILL MAKE YOU EXTINCT.SO, THANK-YOU, NIGGA, FOR THE BLACK ON BLACK CRIME.THANK-YOU, NIGGA, FOR SELLIN' A DIME.THANK-YOU, NIGGA, FOR DROPPIN' OUTTA SCHOOL.AND THANK-YOU, NIGGA, FOR ACTIN A FOOL. SEE, YOU GIVE UP TOO QUICK IF YOU THINK YOU'LL FAILTHAT'S WHY YOUR MAILIN ADDRESS IS THE COUNTY JAIL.LIFE IS HARD, PRAISE GOD YOU'RE ALIVE...KNOWLEDGE IZ STRENGTH...ONLY THE STRONG SURVIVE.P.S. I GOT LOVE FOR ALL MY BROTHAS AND SISTAS WHO GOT LOVE FOR ME. IEVEN GOT LOVE FOR THE HATERS. BUT IF THE HATER'S DON'T WAKE-UP...I'LLHAVE NO REMORSE.PEACE.