The Mingus Sextet

He's not mature enough for tantric sex yet
 One nigga, five broads, the Mingus sextet
 Gomorrah, Saddam Hussein, who crazy
 Raw digga nigga so the man ain't lazy (oh night)
 After the fifth stroke, the six play dress poker
 He's fully clothed with the money that he thought he owed her
 Or that he thought he owed 'em
 Know when to hold 'em, when to fold 'em
 Make you wish you could erase it out your cable modem
 Organic analog, straight out my SCSI port
 Online, kids pitch a bitch cause my song short
 Be humored by day, more culture than Yo plait
 Rap production stall, all sample work and no play
 I tell ya like Fats told Mingus
 Jazz ain't supposed to make nobody millions
 Records I'm with that
 CDs I'm with that
 Mp3's design
 DAT Fuck that
 All kinds of things written about us, each