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!)
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 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!