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!