Revelation

Like the way the women move to the rhythmic sound
In chemicals of pleasure we make our brain drown…
She my little dessert girl, I eat her after dinner
Fall coming she wanna gather my nuts for the winter
My admire great to the land of tropical sunshine
I be strumming her pleasure with my finger one time
Bringer of sunrise, melody, and chords
Beat from a drum make her shake like a gourd
My mind’s an assembly line like Henry Ford
My flow short circuit your memory board
Because I’m electrified, leave your circuits fried
Need input Benjamin, Johnny 5 alive
Master splinter strike hard vanish without a trace
Then I’ll kick your butt into outer space, homes
My girl cosmic she give me space dome
Beyond the galaxy, nebulas, and black holes
The music of the sphere
Fractal pterodactyl
Like the way the women move to the rhythmic sound
In chemicals of pleasure we make our brain drown…