No Names

Well, Debbie thinks this is all about her biological clock
 And I-
 She stopped screaming long enough to tell you that?
 Huh? No, no, no, no, no, the other Debbie
 Debbie the teacher?
 Oh, you mean Black Debbie
 Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, why is she "Black" Debbie?
 No, not in a bad way
 It's just to tell them apart because she's black
 True, Doom rolled on through with a whole crew
 That stole on you for holding old brew, who told you?
 Even if it's crap, mind your own business
 They raps ain't got no gift like a lonely Christmas
 Real phony with beats that's hardly fresh
 How they manage to deal is anybody's guess
 Yours is as good as mine, she's sure fine
 From the hood where you squeeze your nine off the free cheese line
 All you saw was a - do a bee's line
 To where she stood and sipped the Nehi Grape, the sweet kind
 Circle you, thicker by design
 Behind swingin' like bring it back, come rewind
 Uh, excuse me boo
 She stuck out her tongue, it was purple number two
 FDA approved, played it smoother than a doorag
 What a brother gotta do to get a taste of some of you?
 Bagged, and he don't mean coach
 Then she saw the mask, acted like she seen a roach
 The mirror shine reflect colors like your CD's
 Show love to others, we all brothers like the Bee Gees
 All except the broads and you
 Hold your applause, they break God's laws and who pays?
 The taxpayer, that's who
 Catch a rapper by his toe and smack off his tattoos
 That's gonna leave a bruise
 Leave 'em grievin' blues like believin' in evening news
 They must be eatin' glue
 Heave it all back and we even Steven Sue
 Sprinkle lyrics like seasoning beef stew
 And sneezin' all in it after breathin' in the flu
 Get a clue, his reasoning is askew
 As to all the feverin' and heavin' up goo
 Either that or, dude
 Leave your girl around this man whore and she's too screwed
 Just in case she's in a "what you wanna do" mood
 Bring your plate to the Metal Face and get your food chewed
 Tastes like chicken
 He wastes no time like the bassline kickin' in
 Or like a lace eye with you through thick and thin
 Raw humor, face pie to a frickin' chin
 New York'ing, a hell of a finer town
 Choose your words wisely from the Boogie Down to Chinatown
 Or be found with a hole in your designer gown
 In the role of public opinion it earned a minor frown
 If you think you're slick, your mic can whisper, uh
 As a few good men set sights to link with your chick
 You have to find a new hen fight to drink your liq'
 Ten years later, see how Enzyte'll shrink your wallet
 As you wallow in a sorrow pit
 Cheers, is that your beer kid? Then swallow it
 Or get chased by the Sandman, on some Apollo
 Flow so weird, his own peers couldn't follow it
 On the phone, he sounded like a real paid (whoa, whoa, whoa)
 Then we met in person, he was three shades blacker
 That's why he saved money over ball and chain dames
 We all the same, no callin' names
 I'm as smart as him
 What? I got Ph.D's in four scientific disciplines
 Really?
 Why do you think they call me Dr. Quinn?
 Um, I just thought that was a nickname
 You know, like Dr. Dre
 Eastside