Lefty's Lament - Busdriver

They yelled out «nigga lover»

From the candy store

At the anti-war group hug

Putting computer bugs in the infrastructure of the World Bank

With white guilt, accepting big-lipped puckers

From any two-bit Chris Tuckers

They yelled out «cave bitch»

And I’m an extra in The Matrix

With my hand on Carrie-Anne Moss' tits

Acting very standoffish

They salute a married man’s soft prick

I’m the color of an eggplant

But I send my mulatto babies to spacecamp

They yelled out «underground»

Without me heads have seizures like they’re hypoglycemic

You put me in the player and my Sky Pro’s denied

It won’t read the disc

And even if you’d cared

You’d be like «fuck your lyrics»

I’m a hedonist who sleeps with Liz Phair

They yelled out «towelhead»

A middle American said he ate a falafel

It tasted awful and now his bowels bled

And soon Muslims at a mosque were found dead

On a burning wooden cross

They yelled out «dirty hippie»

Looking like a Martian landing party

And cut our college grant because they suspect we plan anarchy

We’ll deprogram you

You Al Qaeda sympathizer

And carve a tree with a Trans Am car key

To build a Mantan’s marquee

They yelled «slut»

At my post-coital o-face

And lecherous sweat musk that I showcased

But it was heartfelt when I undid her garter belt

But I watched the love that I harbored melt

They yelled out «bum»

At the frosted tips of my mullet ducktail

Walking in the upscale bar and grill

Where fools tuck tails behind large bills

And I’m a cynic during wartime

In an unattractive thrift store find

I yelled out «fascist»

At the robotic orphan makers

Running for office in the form of Schwarzeneggers

They will digitally alter your torture chamber

To look just like a bath and spa

Without sanction of international law

My coarse hair means I’m into petty theft, right?

There’s an imbalance of Lord’s Prayers to lefty’s laments, right?

But you can’t offend me or Of Mexican Descent, right

We’ve heard a thousand «fuck you’s»

Love is not enough

So why defrost that frozen kiss?

Your happy skies are cotton puffs

Your modest lover’s focus shifts

Love is not enough

So why defrost that frozen kiss

You toast apathy bottoms up

And take your reality load it to disc

Why do you hate me?

Is it my numerous releases on Ninja Tune?

Or my on going fling with Reese Whitherspoon?

Or is it because I’m the indecent Mr. Coon

Who occasionally takes trips to the moon?

I know it’s because I made my hip-hop cookies

And didn’t let you lick the spoon

Or because we make girls throw fits and swoon

And I’ll reduce your club to talcum dust too

And accompany your thousand «fuck you’s»

With this here lefty’s lament

Love is not enough