Roots - Silent Treatment Lyrics
Silent...silent...[black thought]When i met her she was physically intactMentally apt to adapt to whatever rapQualities that attract a triple-x blackErotic narcotic from the backI mean her with the most melodic vocal tone, met her on the avenueThen exchange telephone numbers at a fewConversations and vibrations i'd acquire>from her to set me on fire with rick james desireHer image inspire visions of under attireAnd never did she gas me about something i should buy her, sonIt's time the fella we grew close to one anotherShe was my sugar sister, i was her chocolate brotherSo i never dissed her, painted my picture to hitBut shorty wasn't having it, she said i couldn't stickIt's all copastetic, the black thought could never sweat itStill i could never forget it, just as if she never said itI contemplated, and then concluded she was bluffingI anticipated getting nothing but the silent treatmentSearching for some type of sexual sabatogeTo break you out of all your camaflougeApparently your message is mirageNiggas i know would think about a dodgeBut my mentals is charged against the oddsPremeditated ep swung upon the kitchen floorRaising my temperature with bodily allureCae mi amor, what? be a more mature natureI let you know exactly why they call me black thought, y'allEnter me addictive, fly chocolate like thaiCause what i'm dealing with can get the whole world highAnd when brothers is half-stepping i get your girl highBut still amina keeps froning on myAs i enter to intertwine, combine, and blend thoughtsInbedded with the physical force into your sourceYou see exactly what i want the rhythm to beSo why you treating me silently?I take it all in moderation, about my loving situationWith patience was a virtue but i wasn't used to waitingI mentioned making moves without hesitationI want this physical and mental stimulation not the perpetrationThe penetration of the center as i enterIntercourse keeping you warm through winterThe source is the word that won't splinterEnter dimentions of brain tension when black thought back ninjaOrgasmic is the music that i send you, loveYou know exactly what i'm thinking of, on the l train i'm insaneRecalling when i met you, got your number and nameWanted to sex and thought you wanted the same, but it's a shameWe could relax, listen to tracks and puff chronicBut only on a level that's platonicI need a girl that's down forever trying to keep it realBut to shead a little light on her sex appealBut every now and then it's a shorty who be packing the steelShoot 'em down like she hunt me, fronting, the silent treatment
