K.M.D. - Black Bastards!

Yeah yeah yeah Yeaahh let it Go
Ah 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
OE squeezer any times I need a stress easer
Like Ebeneezer Scrooge I'm rude
My battin' average is huge
Makin' street hit's like Quaker
With the grit's sure as a monkey spit's
I never gots the shit's
Some rappers is fakin'
They silicon tit's 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 fruit's and
The deepness of the roots
Hard packed, with rats
True recruit's 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!"

Written by:
Daniel Thompson

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