KMD - Black Bastards lyrics

"I ain't black, I ain't white!" [x12] [Zev Love X] Well I'm a be a pleaser, if I had skeezer I'd put skeezers 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 kids like Quaker with the goods For as a monkey spits, I never gots the sh**s Some rappers is faking, they silicon tits with plastic nipples Pa** the ripple, or anything sippable Except for plum juice, the plums??? Slip and slide, the next thing they say is we're with pit Who's to flip? Who's the b**h to get f**ed by a clip? Ask Tyson, he knows about a hoe is rotten juice Want fifteen cent, and burning like a loose I take it to the grudge match, and she made my budget budge Kick ehr in her snatch, and drown her in some fudge I judge trees by the fruits and the deepness of the roots Hard pack, and rats, chewing fruits of the roots Some are coming bums, some zoot suit apparel Either way to wreck shop, lock, stock, and barrel Shirts I get??? some dump especially when I hump Get dough by the lump sum then hops get the jump Sip wine in the dump, rowdy ways of any state When I roll, bounce, rock, skate Life will concentrate, concentration Location's Strong Island, most skeezers on strike like Penn Station If you don't believe me, kid come, I'll show you We'll nurse the black ba*tards who act like they know you They say 'What up black?" I say "What up?" I'm taking 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 s**, you're too black, get your back "Ya black ba*tard!" [Some ragga toaster] Ayo, yo bum raga a la You ain't nothing but a dumb black ba*tard, man Your mama was a ba*tard, and your daddy, too [Zev Love X] Yo black, yo black, I'm back ransacking through the stacks Of maniacial thoughts I brought to distort the black Of mistakes of somthing, so Zev says "Keep 'em slum" Styles to dough, rum is on my right Of black ba*tards and b**hes, which reminds me, I left them out Two on my list of sh** I don't give a f** about Smokes an artist and a butcher wears a smock Like a butcher I gots beef with a a looptie for my co*k Call me a carpenter from how a brick my lumber got Some now they try yard and black bumba clot It was a lover's birthday party, a block from the spot On stage I heard some off-beat "Lick shots, lick shots!" Well goddamn, guess who, looking b**hy as hell Parker Lewis, well well, I brings an L I gave him a "Beep beep" look, he acted like he couldn't tell I guess that was the s**er in him, ready sense of smell The door said it was insane, the price to maintain The damage has to be hard the way they master how to act like Or off the funky track to rock the house that can bang As we sat with curiosity and sipped champagne See I became undergorund like the life in the street The love of the beat, large is the fleet That will remain underground for all my boys who 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, I've simply got the knack I've thought I've seen the worst with the pimps and the macks The blacks in skull caps, s**ers keep popping that "I ain't black, I ain't white!" [x12]