Black B@st#rds!

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!)

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!