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 f*ck 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!"