& the peaches & the mangos 
you could sell for me 
what do you think my brain is made for 
is it just a container for the mind 
this great grey matter 
sensei replied what is your woman 
is she just a container for the child 
that soft pink matter 
cotton candy maajin bu 
close my eyes & fall into you 
my god she’s giving me pleasure 
what if the sky & the stars are for show 
& the aliens are watching live 
from the purple matter 
sensei went quiet then violent 
& we sparred until we both grew tired 
nothing mattered 
cotton candy maajin bu 
dim the lights & fall into you 
my god giving me pleasure 
pleasure pleasure pleasure 
pleasure over matter 

(andré 3000) 
since you been gone 
i been having withdrawals 
you were such a habit to call 
i aint myself at all had to tell myself naw 
she’s better with some fella with a regular job 
i didn’t wanna get her involved 
by dinner mr. benjamin was sittin in awe 
hopped into my car drove far 
far’s too close & i remember 
my memories no sharp 
butter knife what a life anyway 
i’m building y’all a clock stop 
what am i hemingway 
she had the kind of body 
that would probably intimidate 
any of ‘em that were un-southern 
not me cousin 
if models are made for modeling 
thick girls are made for cuddlin’ 
switch worlds & we can huddle then 
who needs another friend 
i need to hold your hand 
you’d need no other man 
we’d flee to other lands 
grey matter 
blue used to be my favorite color 
now i aint got no choice 
blue matter 
you’re good at being bad 
you’re bad at being good 
for heaven’s sakes go to [bad word] 
knock knock knock knock on wood 
well frankly when that ocean so muphuckin good 
make her swab the muphuckin wood 
make her walk the muphuckin plank 
make her rob a muphuckin bank 
with no mask on & [bad word] revolver