Black Bastards!

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 Making these 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 anything sippable Except for plum juice, the plums are sure grippable Slip and slide, next thing they say they with pit Who's to flip? Who the bitch to get fucked by a clip? Ask Tyson, he know about a hoe is rotten juice Worth 15 cents 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 Life will 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 the 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!) Ay yo bumba ras, ya rasclat yeah You ain't nothin' but a damn black bastard, man Your mama was a bastard, and your daddy, too (yo black, yo black) Yo black, yo black, I'm back ransacking through the stacks Of maniacial 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 a brick my lumber got So now they tryin' hardie a young black bumbaclot It was Ed Lover's birthday party, a block from the spot On stage I heard some off-beat, "lick shots, lick shots!" Well goddamn, guess who, lookin' bitchy as hell It's Parker Lewis, well well, I brings the 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 George said it was insane, advice to maintain But damn it has to be hard the way they master how to act like 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, as if you got the knack I've thought I've seen the worst with the pimps and the macks And the cracks in 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! (black bastard) Black bastard! Ya black bastard!