"This Fire We Make" w/Shantell Cooper

"This Fire We Make"

((Collaboration))

Shantell Cooper a.k.a Shan-Teazy Ledgend  &
Ra Shine McKoy a.k.a Shawn Stare

Shawn Stare

Da fire we make stay lit like a fireplace
No eggnog  
Her blogs filled wit my logs encased
Legs on top of shoulders, wrapped around Waist
Baby boy
I go Deep like Tyrese between pages n sheets
Whew!
When she climax n hits dat peak, her nipples get harder for daddy den a pair of spiked cleats
Head first
Den baby ass out, she go breech
Reverse it to me
Papi catch dat n keep da circular motion goin' like a goatee 
Slur speech
Dawg
To possess what I obtained, you gonna need a longer reach
Shan-Teazy n Shine border on da same beach
Naked in da sand
I grab those hips n bang cheeks
And I'm Oldskool dude but don't get it confused
Still after dem Bucks like Sidney Moncrief
Everybody stop bein' greedy like X said, n pass da damn leaf
Preferably sour or piff
Hey y'all!, don't lose me "Stay With Me" like Sam Smith
Our collaborations stick to ya imagination n insides like some damn grits
You literally, fuckin' wit a pair of da best
Dis as good as it gets
Our san-skrits
Too much to deal wit 
When they travel at da speed of light or span farther den da 

"Pursuit of Happiness" like Will Smith

((**Interlude**))
QueenPen
You up
Tell em' kiss da ring
Sit back, enjoy dis real spit!...

Shan-Teazy Ledgend

This fire we make stays sacred like sea scrolls on parchment paper,

The calligraphy I'm bout to scribe can be read and "Shine" says he likes the truth without no fukin chaser!!...

So we scrolling on the digital station with no antenna or analog,

If you wanna know how dense the atmosphere gets then gone & check out my hand written mono-blog...

Last excerpt was custom fitted, if there ever was a player up then best believe Shinnnnne hit it...

He swung that bat and loaded all bases, going deeper into my outfield the brotha covered all 4 basics...

So what's the latitude and longitude when explaining the geography of sex,

It's the way he points toward my equator when he cancels out the ones who thought they were coming up next...

I let em' write at will on my open canvas cause these other brotha's can't,

Creatin' energy so intense that the visual meshes with the paint...

That's when I get a adrenaline rush that makes me spit real hieroglyphics,

If the hydraulics lock on these hips then I loosen the grip and make em' make me bounce back with it....

Steam mixed wit' heat often causes this kind of chemical fire,

When I'm crossing these scissors around his back then I'm cutting ALL bytches and ALL they attire....

Pardon my expression but that's how real Lucky Charms taste,

And  I make sure I keep em' on deck for my Papi no matter if we parallel or standing face to face...

((**Interlude**))

Stare hit em' with a complex that they'll never be able to shake

Show em' how we really get down with ALL this fire that we make...

Shawn Stare

Yeah, dat fire we make a continuous flame
Untamed
Side by side
Parallel like 2 lanes
But face 2 face
She give it to me straight, no chaser!
An acquired taste
There are no boundaries to us like outer space
She a true friend!
Hold da kid up, no matter da stakes

So 
Eye 
Make
Contact
Make her love cum down when I "Double-Up" like Mase
Laaawd!, what a sight to behold 
In n out
We double-dutch wit pace
Shawn Stare
Black King!
Black Wraith!
Wit da Guillotine Queen
Back from da dead on da scene to kill those who put me there like Charlie Sheen
2 souls aligned n mystic
Belligerent fools still hawkin' for digits
Too late!
You had ya chance, you missed it!
Da fire we make not in da yellow pages, it's unlisted
Fuck Christmas!
We gifted
Wrapped up in one another's rapture, authenticity, n propensity for dis diction
Our vessels stay twisted
I'm amazed n high off da way she bounce's her 

hydraulic-suspension off my equipment

"We are 1" like Beverly n Maze due to Poetry's existence 
Expand her Wall like John without wizardry or gimmicks
Straight to da hole, I handle my business
Bartender!, poor me a Guinness
I ain't finished, I'm just startin'
Excuse me fam, I beg ya pardon
I'm a versatile artist n eye treat her body as my canvas
What an extraordinary advantage
When you get to witness da polished product
Awestruck!
Silent assassin, eye don't say much
Serenade her under da moonlight, kiss den we touch
Caress her like Nicolas Cage did Cher
Now we both "Moonstruck"
She handles da roc, she assist
I lay-up, dis ain't lust
Just basic trust
We respect each other
Cum together n flame stuff!
I give it right back, da feelin' mutual
Have dem fingers n toes curlin' tight knockin' da paint off da tips of those cuticles
All in All, da fire we make is beautiful!
Eye keep it a hundred like Shantell
A unique bond never duplicated like the "Fire We Make" like 

A. Keys n Maxwell

Gooooooone, Vroooooooom!!!!!!!

Shan-Teazy Ledgend

We started out playing tunes on a piano that had one set of keyz,

And if you ever heard me mention distance and time then you know he's the real reason that I don't ever want to leave...

I stay posted up like a stamp on a letter,

Loving the way he engraves my name with his tongue making the oasis between my legs get even wetter...

He's everything I bargained for and I think I've been physically struck,

And when he's hitting the 8 ball in the corner pocket that's when we siamese and four limbs become virtually stuck....

We tighter than a steel bolt that's holding together a super jet liner,

If it wasn't for us being friends first I think my poetry may not have grown up like Alicia when she was singing Keys of a minor...

But this nigga is major when he spitting astronomical shit,

Shining brighter than 10 fukin karat's when I'm eating em' off of his d^ck..

King of ALL Kings he's the lighting in my shooting star,

The real reason the Egyptians made cotton the Sun god to my Ra'...

I'm a moth to his flame and the heat is getting hotter, 

No one else can handle my appetite when it's my body that he slaughter's....

Never ever replaceable he's retractable to my heart & soul,

And the fire we definitely make gone always burn and never get old...

((**Outro**))

Authentic words spoken with caution, 

This kind of fire don't happen too often...

But when it does the pages become inflamed,

Leaving all questions answered with the Stare and Teazy name...

"This Fire We Make" by Ra Shine McKoy & Shantell Cooper