Song Description

Sexy summertime track that reaches back to the golden years of hip-hop, featuring a catchy hook sung by a Brazilian songstress.

Lyrics

Her verse is a perfect fit rapped in a tight hook
She fine now let me find out who still write rhymes now
2009 now type rhymes out on my laptop
its beautiful happening from the keyboard in the studio
Alexei playing hip-hop on the keyboard in the studio
now those shoes will go perfect with this purse and this sweater
dress her in melodies and metaphors her outfit is together
like marriage how the sounds fit the nouns move
I now pronounce you man and life
I have to write I'd probably die if I didn't
or I'd probably go real crazy real quick
I write from the clinic every line real crazy real sick
my kind of rhyme like my kind of dime lady real thick
in the right places my cursive is curvaceous
words get flirtatious like a first date kiss
turn on Komplex you might get turned on next YOU!

Chorus:
You make my defenses fall
always losing my control round you
Skin so dark and lips so full
No one is more beautiful than you

I'm Mr. Universe the way I use these words
hey hey hey little beauty let me write you a movie
I could make you up I could make you real
I could wake you up with what I make you feel
close your eyes let me describe for you a beautiful place
jus use your mind and thru the rhyme me and you can escape
to palm trees blue skies it's a beautiful day
u on a warm beach a calm breeze is cooling your face
I'm feeding you from a plate of fresh fruit can you taste
the pineapples the kiwi the juice from the grapes
drip dripping off your lips let me get it with a kiss
if you liking what I'm writing then we can flip the script
to the next scene the sex scene wet steam wet dream
deep sex deep breath wait don't scream yet
let it build and when it feels like you are going to explode just
let go and lets go back to the chorus

Bridge:
No one is more beautiful than you
Skin so dark and lips so full
No one is more beautiful than you

I move your soul like a game control pad
when the song's done I let you gain control back
then words get gritty, dirty city ugly my world don't love me
I write beautiful things with beautiful wings
from Malcolm X to tantric sex it's all word sound power
was words that burned the towers down let New Orleans drown
they make babies mamas its only spaces n commas
that separates the Commons, Lil' Waynes and Obamas
su boca paint pictures we all watch what you say
you are Spike Lee me I don't write these poems they write me
I just lend a hand and watch the words play
I'm nice with descriptions write with precision write with conviction
like Christ one day you'll see I'm right if you listen
you like these poems ménage trios me your wife and a poem
go in the back n from the opening act she likes it she moans in four ways
cause you go to stage one and be done while I'm still writing the foreplay
Never skip the details!