Black Shakespeare-Superstar Quamallah

Black Shakespeare - Superstar Quamallah Written by：Superstar Quamallah It's for you and it's like this It's for you and it's like this It's for you and it's like this Eh yo broadcast to the metro let the best know Rhyming I'm professional quite intellectual Sexual movements eyes and hands use it Put it in my music girls relax to it My voice so soothing got your body sweat moving And proving from what you heard before losing I'm winning grinning sanctified sinning Got your head spinning making love on silk linen The mood that you're in ain't like none you ever been in Cinnamon skin sweat tasting like sweet lemon So feminine approach like a gentleman Hold your hand out me and you stand out In any crowd hear the talk as they whisper loud I missed her then I miss her now I speak proud but soft like a meek child When you're around I'm like a plant and you're the ground Yo I love hip hop 'Til the day I die please no reply Can't you see she's in pain let the song cry Teardrops drip from the seams of her eye But as she listens to my voice her spirit gets high Her spirit gets high it gets high it gets high High high high Eh yo native new york brooklyn the birth place Out of state plates in california with earthquakes Slow pace got me falling like a snowflake In love like laying in the tub the whole day But it's ok stuck in traffic on the freeway Just to feel your body through the speakers Sex with our sneakers still on I still love to feel on your features Creatures of another world Never treat you like another girl you're a pearl One of kind body soul and mind You're so fine get me hotter than sunshine With one rhyme we under the sheets another we grind A whole composition got you saying your mind In not time we elope harder to find Harder to see invisible thoughts relivable But any time without you got me feeling so miserable The pained writer my words flow like a hang glider Inside you now you feel the pen's lighter My words flow like a hang glider My words flow like a hang glider Yo I love hip hop 'Til the day I die please no reply Can't you see she's in pain let the song cry Teardrops drip from the seams of her eye But as she listens to my voice her spirit gets high Her spirit gets high it gets high it gets high High high high It's for you and it's like this It's for you and it's like this