Prince Paul - Bleeding Brain Grow lyrics

Verse 1: Let's have a discussion about busing larval racists To the ghetto make em' let go their carpal braces Bronze them And then mount them to a plaque So where's the outer city? "I believe inner city means black" Did you know that both black women and j**esses both wear wigs What a cowinkydink I'll put my hand down their pants and make my pinky stink I wanna sista not a shiksa Yes I am from a rinkydink town Republicrats: they take half step forward, and then they double back They speak with a gay lilt They tilted their gray kilt Spilt on The A.I.D.S Quilt With the dregs of a keg plus eggy smeg all down the leg You make my karma puke You who refuse to disarm a nuke And keep printing Marmaduke Anger, like Margaret Sanger sitting on a bloody coathanger I built a Planned Parenthood out of transparent wood and fibergla** Cybercast, from the Tigris and Euphrates To the Khyber Pa** Geronimo! There's no such thing as anonymo To the I.R.S-kimo Things are getting worse There was laughta afta NAFTA cause it can't be reversed [Refrain] Little thought in my knot Ooh you make it hot Send a puff of steam out the ears To make the bleeding brain grow Verse 2: Since when is shaved the norm? I'll take these depraved deformed enslaved conformed Wedge letter, bed wetter, cuneiform You call them hirsute Smoothness: a trivial pursuit I hope your ova's kosher Like lox from Nova Scotia A twist in the bread, pretzel dough model How much does the challah cost Grandma worshipped Quetzalcoatl And gramps made a damn nice lampshade They stretched his tan flesh out like a Band-Aid As a feral lad, without the sterile pad, did you feel in peril dad Roam home to a dome On the crest of a neighboring hill Where the chores are all done Before they're begun And eclectic nonsense is nil Verse 3: What's that on your beard A tiny ivory black power fist facial hair comb I'm building geodesic domes I'm calling Ric Ocasek holmes Ma, origami magi roam Eve, Mika, RZA, Evil JD Nasir is Osiris and JLive, AZ Rakim, Cormega, Cage, Mr. O.C I'm anomie I, mon ami It's abundantly clear That there's profundity here It tickled Pickle Clowns and comics When I liberated one of those fancy, meshy, office chairs And called it "Trickle Down Ergonomics" [Refrain] I can rhyme anything Like a palindrome or morse code To make the bleeding brain grow