Makaveli His Self: "Toss It Up"

(Toss it up!)

Lord have mercy, father help us all
Since you supllied yo' phone number, I can't help but call
Time for action, conversatin, we relaxin, kickin back
Got you curious for Thug Passion, now picture that
Tongue kissin, hand full of hair, look in my eyes
Time to make the bed rock, baby look how it rise
Me and you movin in the nude, do it in the living room
Sweatin up the sheets, it's the Thug in me
I mean no disrespectin when I tongue kiss your neck
I go a long way to get you wet, what you expect
Late night, hit the highway, drop the top
I pull over, gettin busy in the parking lot
And don't you love it how I lick your, hips and glide
Kiss you soft on your stomach, push my love inside
Got ya lost in a love zone, stuck in the lust
I got the bedroom shakin back-breakin when we're tossin it up.

-Tupac Shakur

Terrible Swift Sword

On the ceiling above my bed I have a full size poster of Tupac Shakur, framed and matted in glorious black and white.

It is the well known photo of the late great rap artist giving up the finger.

Mystic Tupac.

Tupac, the thug-spirit; Tupac, the dream; Tupac, the immortal; Tupac, the ethereal; Tupac, the thug angel; Tupac and the finger, that finger, the holy god-smack finger; gesture of gestures, the finger, that finger.

Oh, Word! The finger!

Every night the last thing, and every morning the first thing I see is the finger.

Mystic Tupac.

Finger like a sword. That finger like a sword.