One night I met this pretty girl; we'll call her Sally Hemmings
see I met her down at Jefferson. Her real name was Jenny.
And she was blessed a'plenty and was oh so well proportioned;
she was perfect, not detracted by the slightest piece or portion.
I could make her feel good, like billy-bob thorton
cuz foreplay's my forte, I'm Peter Norths orphan
I strolled up, like "hold up, i'm tryna get a word in"
then triggered her endorphines with this lyrical contortion:
 
"Hey, I really hope that you wont mind me saying
That I find your beauty captivating and your actions fascinating
you've an interesting mind, of a quite uncommon kind.
If you would give a minute of your time,
I can't guarantee that you'll be mine but at least i'll be on your mind.
And since the thought is what matters then i'll be gladder
after leaving my impression; even if you get to stepping.
I'm Omar, but if you get to know me you can call me Omi,
we can start as homies *if you so please.
And if I had your name we could maintain connections.
And by the way I just hate misconceptions,
so if you haven't guessed it I am seeking your affections.
That is my intention, But in this moment i'm content with your attention.
So at ease, there's no need for tension. Oh! did I mention:
my passion for poetry so potent in its poignancy
that while recited vocally it floats on flows so buoyantly
it's mostly seen as spitten verse more than written work?
well if I didn't at first, i guess you know now.
But let me slow down, soon i'll be through "swooning" for you
and i'll go back to being that dude, who nobody knew.
and maybe you can think about what i'm relaying through my rhyme saying
-I'm time delaying, tryna sneak in a buzzer beater.
I'm slightly nervous, that's just one of my dumber features... (hehe)
but anyway i'll gladly let you have your privacy, but if you feel like finding me
I'll be where the planets be, trapped within your gravity.
so yeah that's all, thanks for having me. =)
 
And this continued on the daily and the weekly
bravely, never meekly. And she reacted passionately
practically leaping, and soon she came to greet me saying:
"boy i really love it when you come off the dome
i'll take you home cuz i wanna make you cum, off the dome"
My homey said the thoughts that i conceived should be aborted
But i really didn't give a fuck; you know where i was focused...
Ask me where my head was at, i'll tell you: where her throat is.
Standing at attention, that's just how i approached it
Hoped She make my wand vanish just like magic. Hocus Pocus.
So I appeared before her and as she blew me as i wrote this...
and it was NICE, she gave sickening head
Insane brain, some might even say she's sick in the head.
just like me! when thinking up a line about fellatio
lately though, the power of these blows has grown inflated
and i was so excited, but before I could state it
i displayed it, coming and going, as i attempted to evacuate it,
she forbade it. and rather ravenously ate it.
A mouth full of black america's future, just like a slave ship.
But for these brothas there was no emancipation
They drowned in her salivation, i offered no lamentations.
I handed off the wrapper, she began the lamination of my probe
And i began my deep examination of her soul...
I love to watch the moon change phases
she presented her crescent, and as i waxed it, she was waning,
as momentum started gaining i could feel her body strain,
to keep the power contained. I couldn't be restrained.
I shouldn't have refrained, from warning her of my "curse"
believe me i'm disease free, but deep down there's something worse
upon her full moon, i was deeply transfixed
hypnotized by the radiant glow that it transmits
my mind was transported through a portal like an oval
the bass hit my vocals, my eyes resembled glowing opals
likened to Lycanthropy was the state of mind that swallowed me
in the streets we call it "beast mode", do you follow me?
It's deeply freaky even down to the biology
and psychologically i got problems that can't be solved for cheap
I wasn't sure If I could keep her around
I'll never call her a bitch, but she's down with this hound.
i wouldn't call her a snitch but word's bound to hit town
how i tore her shit down,
like Godzilla's roster of big city stompers and a fleat of stealth bombers attacking pearl harbor
aren't I a charmer?
 
strokes invoking scoliosis, I think i damaged her posture,
but i'm not sure... to put it very simply.
her anatomy matched schematics drawn patiently by DiVinci
like water through an aqueduct i flowed along her arches
And reached the promised land without the waters ever parting.
Like Isaac Newton experimenting with gravity:
I applied force forward and told her to push it back to me
And the applause that ensued was phenomenal
like an awed audience at Pavoratti's Opera shows
She hit notes that brought envy to the thunder
and i felt like Zeus guiding lightening as her conductor
past her moon i shot stars far throughout her existence
Galileo Galilei, on her back i mapped solar systems
and stood up and said: i think i need to write this down
she said: "come shower with me, you don't need to write right now"
I said: If these bars stay in my head imma lose my mind
she said: "you almost talk as if you were in love with rhyme"
and I had nothing to say, i just kept getting dressed
she started getting stressed, but put her hands on top my chest
and tried her best to pull me towards the sound of rushing water
I said: i'm not a lover or a fighter, just an author
and she said: "what is wrong with you?!, you're such a fucking jerk!"
I said: i just followed my heart, my plan was not to hurt
Girl my UNIVERSE is just U N(and) I... plus a VERSE.
but then she cried out: "why you got to put that shit first!"
I said: You'll always be my muse, this verse is what you birthed.