1 -900-911-REAPA

Chorus

Say your man don’t love you
He’s never got the words to say
Dial 1-900-911-REAPA
You looking for a soul mate, to ease your cares away
Dial 1-900-911-REAPA

Verse 1

Calling all queens, public service announcement
You bored by the same old lines, U need to bounce quick
Allow me to introduce the verbal intercourse
A lyrical enticement you’ve got to endorse
I’m not spotless on the record, but be just what you need
It’s the smooth operator, yo the high’s on me

I got the rum from Bicardi, mike skills up at the party
And known to sling them things in the war, we pump the shotty
With the ReapALife crew, we be quick up on the trigger
We terminate the frauds and fakes, that’s how we clock the figures
Like the way you do what you do when you do that
And I be see the goddess in you, you never knew that
I ain’t that flashy, but I’m cool up in the cut
No parking on the dance floor baby, it’s time to move your butt.




Verse 2

Satisfaction guaranteed, I got the groove on lock
And if you kind of doubting me, check the word on blocks
My rhyme massage your body, got to ease your pain
I see the signs of the pressure he been putting on your brain
Since you came up in the spot, you occupy my mind
Make me want a close encounter of the sexual kind
I got the bath water running, champagne on ice
And I be warming up your meal, make you feel so nice
So you can drop off the busters with the fake bling-bling
And roll with a musician make your heart strings sing
I polish, shine you up, and make you hit the hit note
A Clarence Carter heart condition, yo I hit ya with the stroke
Reanimate the old school beat and then I swing it
I think I see my people’s moving, yo, yo, sing it.

Verse 3

Every lady is a queen, every queen is a goddess
So sisters tell’em which emcee rock the hardest
Your man don’t understand them spiritual balances
Come to the doctor for the psychoanalysis
Then you realize that you don’t got to suffer
Divine son done come to be the one to love you
And when he starts letting that nonsense drop
Yo, you play him like a treasure, X marks the spot
‘Bout time for you to step up and call for the backup
I be’s the antidote for the brothers that act up
I’m off the bag on first, I’m ‘bout to be stealing
Like my boy JB, yo, I got da feeling
I’m a whole number, he’s a partial fraction
Snap you like a Polaroid, lights, camera, action

(C) 2004 Nikitah Imani (DP Da Reapa)