Say baby, can I be your slave I've got to admit girl, you're the shit girl And I'm diggin' you like a grave Now do they call you daughter to the spinnin post, or Or maybe Queen of 2,000 moons Sister to the distant, yet risin' star Is your name Yimmy-Ya Oh hell nah, it's got to be Oshun Ooo, is that a smile me put on your face child Wide as a field of Jasmine and Glover Talk that talk honey, walk that walk money Hound legs that'll spank Jehovah Shit, who am I? It's not important But they call me Brother to the Night And right now I'm the blues in your left thigh Tryin to become the funk in your right Who am I? I'll be whoever you say But right now, I'm the sight raped hunter Blindly pursuing you as my prey And I just wanna give you injections, of sublime erections And get you to dance to my rhythm Make you dream archaetypes, of black angels in flight Upon wings, of distorted, contorted, metaphoric jism Come on slim Fuck yo' man, I ain't worried about him It's you who I wanna step to my scene Cause rather than deal with the fallacy Of this dry ass reality I rather dance and romance your sweet ass, in a wet dream Who am I? Well they all call me Brother to the Night And right now, I'm the blues in your left thigh Trying to become the funk in your right Is that alright