Kool A.D. - White Lines lyrics

Kool A.D.! Kool A.D.! Kool A.D.! Kool A.D.! [Verse 1] Undercover cracker at the party acting blacker than you, man Blacker than you, man, (?) impossible! The illusion is optical And all the b**hes wanna lick it like a popsicle! Little bit of this, little bit of that Little bit of rock and roll, a little liquor and a lot of blow And that's the way you gotta roll and Everybody fronting like they got a soul He's got a pole, she's got a hole Everybody fronting like they got a soul Running from the citizens on patrol A little bit of Ritalin, we're on a roll Attention Defecit, ascension definite Take me to the crucifix, hate me off some stupid sh** Kool A.D. is Jesus! Throw more salt in the game than Cheezits! Fart in your face, make you breathe it Hella tricks in the bag like Felix Hot like the chick in Total Recall with three tits My mouth move me like I'm quadripuh-legic! Kool A.D.! Kool A.D.! [Verse 2] Elvis Presley couldn't phase me with a laser gun Call me Ritchie Valens with a mirror and a laser, son Second Latin rapper to baffle the soul [???] [???] from the plot and gaffer the whole, cast of characters f** the narrative I got allergies, so I'm popping Claritin Super-duper rap human being battling capitalism and losing The cycle is work and boozing Cannibal Caliban, animal Taliban Towel on my head, and I'm riding on a camel, man Video word made flesh to the vultures Swallowing to the culture of the dominant ideology One hot summer and the well keeps drying [?] designer (?) [?] Chanel keeps dying I don't know what I'm doing but I'm trying, yes...