Pull Up To The Bumper-Professor X

Pull Up To The Bumper Red black and green baby! With the key! Open your mind, baby! Yeah! Pull up to my bumper,baby, yeah, yeah! Pull up to my bumper...Open up your mind, baby! Here's the sensation. From it comes a manifestation. The creation... a generation. And you persist with complication, Where the young suffer the devastation Of this confused relation. Sister, understand my plea. Look what happens when you pull up to me. Now, you call me typical. You say that all that I'm after is the physical. The other man is calling me political. The black man's existence is critical. But there's no time to pant, rage or shake. Back to the gingerbread me and you make. Heartache, (to my woman) it's hard to relate. How can a man be a man in this mind state. Sweet plum, here you come. Orgasm... Fake. What kind of child will this make? This cannot continue to be. You see, this is what happens when you pull up to me. Red, black and green baby... Yeah! Pull up to it. Slowly do it. Open your third eye baby. Move it easy. Try to please me. Pull up to my bumper. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Well, well, well, girl, you got what it takes. Ya make my body ache. Ya hot like fire... ya are. Well, don't let me play the fool. I wanna be with you. (If) you're kind you'll get closer. Yea, yow, yeah, yow, yeah. Pull up to my bumper baby. Love and seduction, from tender caress to corruption, From calm and cool to eruption. Dramatics... never can we have an even balance. One is all, and the other nonchalant. Tears and all, wetting pictures on the wall. For how long does it last? Not too long before (y'all) resort to your sports. The woman just lost. It ends in divorce in the other man's courts. Typical, lyrical, to the logical ones, But what was done here will be undone, yeah. The prophets will rise like the sun in moonshine. But pull up to the mother and we'll come to a new high. Pull up. Pull it up. Pull it on up girl...Yeah! Pull up. Pull it up. Pull it on up girl...Yeah! Pull up to it. Slowly do it. One vainglorious way. Pull it on up baby. Move it easy. Try to please me. One vainglorious way. Pull it up baby, and open your mind. We funk!... Afrika Bambatta and The Mighty Zulu Nation, With The Blackwatch Organization, and my man Professor X... Get Funky!! Up and down. The moans, sensations, sounds. The beginning of creation in the dark. Like Osiris and Isis from the start. The difference a (gonnif) of life. We're giving birth to a world of strife. Yo, independent you, You're the mother, but it takes two. Black and white is the trick, you understand. The real problem is man to man. You'll get the job and we fall to the plan. What goes on African? Yes I want a son. And half the battle is won. And then thou kingdom shall come. Sister, come back with a mission to be free. And get with me, and the potency of WE. And the offspring will clearly see Why you pulled up to me. By the way... vainglorious, This is protected by the red , the black and the green At the road, s-I-s-s-y... with the Key.