Black Bastards! - KMD

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What’s the deal?

What’s the deal?

What’s the deal?

What’s the deal?

«I ain’t black!, I ain’t white!, I ain’t black!, I ain’t white!»

«I ain’t black!, I ain’t white!, I ain’t black!, I ain’t white!»

«I ain’t black!, I ain’t white!, I ain’t black!, I ain’t white!»

«I ain’t black!, I ain’t white!, I ain’t black!, I ain’t white!»

Well, I’ll be a AIDS sleazer

If I had skeezer after skeezer stacked up like ice cubes in my freezer

I’d rather live to be an old geezer, O.E.

squeezer

Any times I need a stress easer

Like Ebeneezer Scrooge I’m rude, my battin' average is huge

Makin' street hits like Quaker with the grits

Sure as a monkey spits, I never gots the shits

Some rappers is fakin', they silicon tits with plastic nipples

Pass the ripple, or anythin' sippable

Except for plum juice, the plums is sure grippable

Slip and slidin', the next thing they say is we’re with pit

Who’s to flip?

Who’s the bitch to get fucked by a clip?

Ask Tyson, he knows about a hoe is rotten juice

Worth fifteen cent, and burnin' like a loose

I take it to the grudge match, and she made my budget budge

Kick her in her snatch, and drown her in some fudge

I judge trees by the fruits and the deepness of the roots

Hard packed, with rats, true recruits of the flutes

Some come in bum, some with zoot suit apparel

Either way to wreck shop, lock, stock, and barrel

Off chimps I gets pumped, never swept, ‘specially when I hump

Gets, dough by the lump sum then hop, skip, and jump

Sip wine in the dumps or alleyways of any state

Where I roll, bounce, rock, skate

Live from concentrate, concentration

Location’s Strong Island, where skins is on strike like Penn Station

If you don’t believe me, kid, come, I’ll show you

Where lurks the black bastards who act like they know you

They say 'What up, black?", I say «What up?», I’m thinkin' you, black

Has to be hard they way they master how to act black

Give my monkey slack a funky track, still wack, you’re black

You suck your teeth like it’s your back

«Ya black bastard!»

Ayo, yo bum, ya bumba rasclat

You ain’t nothing but a damn black bastard, man

Your mama was a bastard, and your daddy, too

Yo, black, yo, black

I’m back ransackin' through the stacks of maniacal thoughts

I’ve brought to distort the wack mistakes of some

So Zev says «Keep 'em slum styles to delf», rum is on my right

Of black bastards and bitches, which reminds me, I left 'em out

Two from my list of shit I don’t give a fuck about

Smokes an artist and a butcher wears a smock

Like a butcher I gots beef with a looptie for my cock

Call me a carpenter from how brick my lumber got

So now, they try and yard a young black bumbaclot

It was Ed Lover’s birthday party, a block from the spot

On stage, I heard some off-beat «Lick shot, lick shot!»

Well, goddamn, guess who, lookin' bitchy as hell

It’s Parker Lewis, well, well, I brings a L

I gave a «Beef-beef» look, he acted like he couldn’t tell

I guess that was the sucker in him, ready set to swell

Then Jorge said it was insane, advice to maintain

But damn, it has to be hard the way they master how to act black

Or off the funky track to rock the house in vain

As we sat with curiosity and sipped champagne

See, I became underground since the life in the street

The love of the beat, large is the fleet

That will remain underground for all my boys whose souls sleep

Six feet deeper than the soles of my feet

It’s like that, never the wack, and actual fact

It’s like this, sweet as a kiss, that’s if you got the knack

I’ve thought I’ve seen the worst with the pimps and the macks

And the cracks and stone packs, suckers keep popping that

«I ain’t black!, I ain’t white!, I ain’t black!, I ain’t white!»

«I ain’t black!, I ain’t white!, I ain’t black!, I ain’t white!»

«I ain’t black!, I ain’t white!, I ain’t black!, I ain’t white!»

«I ain’t black!, I ain’t white!, I ain’t black!, I ain’t white!»