SHA SHA

Album: I.O.U. Street
Music: SUMKAT?
Lyrics: Black Picasso, Naturalaw-dp

Intro: (Picasso)
Stomachs tremble
from a low bass rumble
eyes widen up at the cry of a horn
all motion halts
as the hip rise up & upstart to hop
& fingers to the DJ point
IT'S THE JOINT!!!
That's about the time that the clock stops

Sha Sha Sha Shaaaa

Verse 1: (Picasso)
Honey hits the door
Pays her way & steps through pearly gates
Gets open adidas hit the floor
The honey gets wonton
Ain't no egg on her face yet
Restrains all abandon waiting for her song
On an MC Serch
But here it - hold up - comes
Drops like one thousand nine hundred ninety nine
Megatons plus one
In one sec wreck becomes inadequate
Honey drops any ideas of ecstasy & almost runs
Dodging past little boys with little toys
Running away from the noise
The bubble the bubble tha-tha the bubble machine
Pops & breaks
Just before the foam takes over & she goes under
The Bass vibrates - the treble cooperates
She takes a deep breath inhales
Catches a contact from the beat
Suckin' the air that's left she goes…

Sha Sha Sha Shaaaaa

Bridge: (nat law)
I'm hawkin you...
sha sha shaaaa...
I'm stalkin you...
sha sha shaaaa...
I'm talkin' to you...
sha sha shaaaa...
Are you listenin'...
sha sha shaaaa...

Verse 2: (nat law, aka Audio Hysteria)
I pull from atmospheric particles
incorporate 'em in my articles
elevated lyrical tales thats leavin' vapor trails on your mental skies
Make room for this cumulus cloud of loud lyricism
who mix with wack mc's like
lesbians and jism
-d'ja catch it? analogy was wretched yo but I wrecked it
the specialist at keepin' it hectic
Audio Hysteria's historically anamoly
pillagin' melodies with no apology
oddity- to the left of me the edges of the envelope I'm pushin'
dancin' tightropes without the cushion
or backing of a major corporation, all about the independent nation
essence of the art is innovation
keep it sushi raw
turn small potatoes to vichyssoise
like un, deux, trois
aka naturalaw, capture you all in the eye of the albino ocelot
what you got- eye of the tiger?
good try huh,
more like, nuts of a newborn, tongue of a viper
write your rhymes on diapers
diarrheal diary of what you
doo doo
prepare for verbal voodoo

Sha Sha Sha Shaaaa...

Verse 3: (Picasso & nat law)
this be the all time star material
witness hit list death kiss your burial
bone dog sit stay fetch this rollover and
don't you dare play rover oh my god
I cannot see why I have yet to be compared
with immortals if it's a problem with dimension baby
point me to the portal if you're having trouble seein'
gimme half an hour I can come back
with immaculate spectacular glasses made from the asses
of MC's who did not believe
that the poem - it came before the em-cee....

CHEATIN’ ON ME

Album: Paranoia
Music: GKAM- Chris Bynum, Vohn Higgonbotham & Antone ‘Chooky’ Caldwell on drums; Chooky on MPC programming
Lyrics: Black Picasso, Naturalaw-dp

Verse 1: (Picasso)
Shoulda been home ten minutes ago
Shoulda been 45 minutes ago
Shoulda been home two hours 23 minutes 16 seconds….
OHHHHH!

Well look who just came in through the door with a grin
Do ya mind if I ask where the hell ya been
Ya lookin’ like a feline who masticated a K9
But still you always emasculating mine
This is the absolute positively last time
Ya do me cruddy playin’ silly putty with my mind girl
Where’d ya get the run in ya pantyhose from?
Where’d ya get the cinnamon chewing gum from?
Yo who’d ya really get the stud in your tongue for
Yo baby why you tippin’ in through the back door?
And where you headed in the middle of the night
Ya need to get your cheatin’ tactics tight
I counted your prophylactics that’s right
Somebody’s getting their ass kicked tonight
I’ve got half a mind & a hundred reasons to fight
Ya fuckin’ with the wrong nigga this time
Look in my eyes & tell me you ain’t lyin’
Chick, I don’t care what ya say you’re lyin’
Hot ass friends I recommend that ya get together with them
& synchronize your lies next time
tell me the truth – was it the dude from the carry out?
Who had the room at the Marriott? I ain’t go!
You had a candelight dinner but - I ain’t go!
I guess the brotha had a pie a la mode a la ho, yo!
I’m thinkin’ everybody in the city with libido & a dollar got a
little bit of the kitty & yo –
All ya really had to do was come up to me like a woman & admit
you were the freak of the week but no –
you wanna have your cake & eat it to
a party with clowns & balloons
pony rides & dancing baboons
& you want to get dropped off there too? Fuck you!!!

I think yo’ ass is cheatin’ on me (4x)

Verse 2: (dp)
OH you’re HOME!
Great, I’ve been WAITING for YOU!
Yes yes- how are you doing? baby did you miss me today?
Well I missed you…I missed you so much that I followed you
So yo sit down and listen to what I got to say [insert evil laugh of crazed bama]

don’t know when I knew what I know now
-but I wish I never knew you, should’ve never kept you
trickin’ my mind
try to play me for the fool like Boo Boo
what you puttin’ in my food- voodoo?
You say he’s just a friend
But since when do you get your hair done for a friend?
-Nails done for a friend, eyebrows, feet, back, tongue shaved…
And I never met the muthafuckin’ FRIEND?!
Gimme a break, it don’t take Encylopedia Brown to figure out how you get on down
Sit on down! Calling me irrational…girl, I know creepin’s fashionable
Believe me- I watch BET, none of them lies gonna work on me
-claiming that you’re sweatin’ at the gym again
breath smelling like a Cosmopolitan
here it comes again, call me baby say I’m cute when I’m buggin’ and I’m bitter cuz I really need lovin’
buckin’ like your butt been practicing
next day? Acting like nothings happening
ya thought so? Slick, ya thought wrong
-here’s a little line from my favorite song: (copyright Grand Puba “2000”)
YOU CAN GET THE TWINS WHEN I PULL ‘EM FROM THE SKINS AND I PUT ‘EM IN YOUR FACE, YOU CAN TELL ME HOW IT TASTES CUUUUZZZZZ…

I think yo’ ass is cheatin’ on me

(yeah- repeat that a bunch mo’ times…)