D'ecent

by Sulaiman

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  • D'Angelo Samples reconstituted into beats by Chris P, then given lyrical life by Sulaiman.

     

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released February 22, 2010

Produced by Chris P / Samples by D'Angelo / Lyrics by Sulaiman

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Track Name: D'ecent Thesis
The fact of the matter is, she aint gotta be the baddest bitch, or live the glamorest life
She just gotta be the type I'd be ready to wife
Who can deal with the fact that I carry the mic
And I carry it like, my life depended on it
It keep me fresh and keep me gettin blunted
Food on the plate and within the stomach
And if she want it I can get it for her,
As the bottle pop and henny pours,
Me engrained up in her memory core,
She send forget me not texts,
I'm cool with hanging if it's not sex
Now tell me what's next...
I seldom get vexed when she come out,
If I'm clownin round she stick her tongue out
Most of our communication's non-verbal,
We keep a tight circle,
It be them rumours comin round to hurt you,
I work hard I know I deserve you, but never take for granted
What we have is god ordained and reprimanded...
D'ecent...
Track Name: Gold Wrappers
Be prepared, my nigga,
Never know when she wanna take it there my nigga,
You gotta have ya game straight and ya head on tight
Or you'll be stuck up in the bed givin head all night
A little Maxwell and that Mag XL'll tap that tail
You feelin me If I could rap that braille
I'd make sure you was ready with a plastic veil
To keep ya member in the center though it feel like jail
Don't listen to them niggas talkin in yo squad,
That got 3 or 4 kids I know it gets hard
But you don't wanna get sick cause you went raw dog
And beat it up and get ya body that domestic charge
What you do now could save yo life,
Plus if she let you get lost in the sauce she just ain't right
Be strong keep form stay away from them hoes
Its fucked up but the burners got the freshest clothes
The sexy shoes and oh they be ret-ta-go
I'm trynna tell you young scrapper what you bets-ta-know
Use ya mind and ya eyes kid,
Dirty as a dime is,
You should know to wash-it before you spend,
Gold wrapper in the po-cket,
Call it Johnny Cochran,
He'll have ya back soon as you get in!
Track Name: Smacking Ass Pulling Hair
Are you a freak?
If you a freak..
Then be a freak
Just be a freak...
And get it in (and get it in)
And get it in (and get it in)
And get it in (and get it in)
And get it in (and get it in)

I-I-I-I won't do it hard
Like you need a bodyguard or something
Nah I'm frontin I can play you like percussion
Have you hitting all the scales
Like a nigga catchin whales
Freakyness prevails as the moment overwhelms
You know I'ma take it there, hope you ready and prepared
For the shit I'm bout to share
Smackin ass pullin hair..
Is childplay, I'll say whatever it takes to get it wild, hey
We gon go to places never seen in your motherfuckin dreams
I'ma get it soakin wet then ima get up in between
Like change in a sofa set, you know what I mean
Just scream like we shooting for a scene, everything'll be decent...
Track Name: Still Horny
I was runnin that race,
Not like a hare but at tortoise's pace
You know what they say, that patience it pays
But shit not today, she just ran away
And left me alone, now I'm on the phone
It's 4:51, I'm trying to bone
But Tasha aint home, Tammy aint here
Ol girl got a rear, but face like a deer
I'm not trynna hit her so now I'm on Twitter
The ultimate skitter need pussy delivered
And pronto...
Now I'm sitting at my brother's condo, watching time go
Nevermind joe, I can see the sun,
I just need a blunt
Track Name: Fan-tasy
She had that EP back when we was Epoch,
Dropped a song and fam I bet she studied every second,
Hoping wishing that I put her name up in that record,
Even if the girl was disrespected,
She would go write me a message on the Myspace, like hi, hey
Hoping that your way you have a fine day
You don't care what I say, but I'm a fan,
And I would stand in line all day to shake your hand
As I progressed and got to stand as a solo artist, bigger got the target
My flow got more retarded, but she would roll regardless
I switched from being TNS to just TheNativeSoul
To Sulaiman it didn't matter cause she knew the goal
Right behind me every step I took,
Autobiography she read the book,
And I aint wrote it yet...
I flow a set, she sit and listen,
Give me momentum, and now I'm gettin
A pretty pension for my vision
So what I'm spittin, is like a thanks
To the girl who believed when I didn't
Much appreciated.....
Track Name: Sandwich
I was just eating a sandwich,
And here you come along interrupting my plans with
Switch like branches moves is tantric
And you know how involved you was gettin ya man when
You walked right past and decided to wink
And now a nigga trynna act and I aint tryin to think
A peculiar predicament if I was to blink
You might disappear forever straight skate like rinks
Late night jinx have a nigga choking on his chicken, pause
I wasn't even tryin to be thinkin of broads,
But you good lawd....
And I caught up to you you was ready to move,
I gave math holla back when you ready to cruise...
Decent...
Track Name: Ex-pectations
How many times I gotta tell you?
Boo what I gotta do to make you see?
That dude he isn't me,
My duty is to be upon the throne and present,
Not to deal with transgressions of a former pesant
Learn a lesson baby keep it moving,
If you stuck on him then what we doin?
Bullshitting sittin round caking,
Know that I get your heart racing,
Then why we sittin at the start gate and,
Stargazing when we coulda been,
Went to Mars and in the hood again
Firestarter by the wood again,
Trynna burn before we build it
That's some shit I shouldn't have to deal with
Let me know the deal if, this is just a royal flush
Cause sitting patient being loyal sucks
I'm like a spring being coiled up, I'm bout to bust, so what the fuck
I think I had it cause enough's enough
If you aint givin me a reason,
To stick around and try to see what we is,
Then hold these two fingers I'm leavin I'm decent...
Track Name: Skype After Dark
I don't care where you are if you're near or you're far you can still be a star
All you need is a screen name, you can come and do queen thangs, you can strut yo stuff
Find me easy I'm specialuxe
Keep my mac book in a flux, streaming and passion and stuff
Your tattooes girl so tuff,
Got me in a huff, a tizzy, you should teleport and get wit me
Red by my status I'm busy,
Or maybe not..
Trynna turn my bedroom to a shaker spot
Make it drop, I like that
You can watch as I write raps
Type caps like O-M-G, Oh it's me,
Sulaiman Ali, rollin up a B, wish you could join this cypher
Light that ass up like fire
#1 Skyper
Track Name: BONUS: Cougar Tales (Produced by Jake One)
I'm gettin fresher than a mouth of Crest,
I confess, I'm the illest nigga you've encountered yet
84th and Calumet, riding in that Chevrolet
Playing Isley Brothers Stevie Wonder pullin heavy vets
How you think a nigga paid tuition? Fuckin with these bitches!
Maxin expensive fishes while they wash the dirty dishes
They send me flirty kisses I just throw em in the pocket
Cause I'm trained on they wallet with my optics
Sir is there a problem? Not at all...
Out on belle so I'ma ball
Beast gettin off a bra with the thumb and the pointer finger
You dealing with the freshmen, come and join a senior
Sly coy demeanor, a fly boy at all levels
Full speed ahead, he put pedal to the metal
Known to, pull a string like the architect gepetto
Cause I'm gettin what I want I never settle...
Dig that, sho nuff...

They say the blacker the berry the sweeter the juice,
The older the wine causes me to get loose
Mrs fill in the blank do you need a masseuse?
I know that I'm young but what's that meanin to you?
I can give you what you want you can give me what I need
And age aint a thing you a cougar I'm a beast
It all look the same when we get under the sheets
We can keep it all a secret just between you and me
What's up?

I had my game plan set before the season
I stay schemin, she wanna get that pussy beaten, I aint leavin
I train breathin while I'm deep seeing
She kee-keein, and dick teasin, for this reason
Lay my game down quite flat...blow her spot like she I-raq
Eyes closed head cocked back
I pop that make her thighs wet
She got flow like a rhyme vet
As I set it all in motion, papaya lotion
Rub it all into a potion, she wide open
I'm high strokin rubbin walls out
She so hot she bout to fall out
Tea pot got a tall spout
I make her scream like the kettle do,
Her body look so incredible, sweat trickle sex residue
It make a nigga want another touch,
Buzz me in case I'm comin up,
Sho'nuff...

They say the blacker the berry the sweeter the juice,
The older the wine causes me to get loose
Mrs fill in the blank do you need a masseuse?
I know that I'm young but what's that meanin to you?
I can give you what you want you can give me what I need
And age aint a thing you a cougar I'm a beast
It all look the same when we get under the sheets
We can keep it all a secret just between you and me
What's up?

Now you got what you asked for,
My richard right I'm a black boy,
The native son all ya past toys
Put away them double A's cause I'm here to stay
I'm like a needle made to penetrate,
Get em high and I leave em stuck,
She call me up when she need to fuck
I call her up when I need a buck,
Like I'm late on my last bill,
She write a check, Tinker Hatfield
That's real keep me laced up,
She finna cop my ass a range truck
I told her hold up slow the pace up,
I would rather get that G Wagon
Shitty brakes'll have my feet draggin
And eventually I'd be cabbin
Save ya money for that real thang,
And some woofers for that real bang,
I got her wrapped around my finger,
Long as she don't catch a misdemeanor
And put me in her will Ill never leave her...


They say the blacker the berry the sweeter the juice,
The older the wine causes me to get loose
Mrs fill in the blank do you need a masseuse?
I know that I'm young but what's that meanin to you?
I can give you what you want you can give me what I need
And age aint a thing you a cougar I'm a beast
It all look the same when we get under the sheets
We can keep it all a secret just between you and me
What's up?