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 batting average is huge

Making street hits like quaker with the grits

For as a monkey spits I never gots the shits

Some rappers is faking they silicon tits with plastic nipples

Pass the ripple or anything sippable

Except for plum juice the plums is sure grippable

Slip and sliding the next thing they say is we're with pit

Who's to flip who's the b**ch to get f**ked by a clip

Ask tyson he knows about a ho is rotten juice

Worth fifteen cent and burning 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 alley ways 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 thinking 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 raga a la

You ain't nothing but a d**n black bastard man

Your mama was a bastard and your daddy too

Yo black yo black I'm back ransacking through the stacks

Of maniacal thoughts I 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 b**ches which reminds me

I left them out

Two from my list of sh*t I don't give a f**k 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

Some 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 shots lick shots

Well godd**n guess who looking b**chy 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

The door said it was insane at price to maintain

But d**n 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 undergorund 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 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