Текст (слова) песни: K.M.D. - Black Bastards

 
* this album was only released promotionally (bootlegs do exist though) 
 
	"I ain`t black, I ain`t white!" (Repeat 12x) 
 
[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 shits 
Some rappers is faking, they silicon tits with plastic nipples 
Pass 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 bitch to get fucked 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 bastards 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 suck, you`re too black, get your back 
 
	"Ya black bastard!" 
 
[Some ragga toaster] 
Ayo, yo bum raga a la 
You ain`t nothing but a dumb black bastard, man 
Your mama was a bastard, 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 bastards and bitches, which reminds me, I left them out 
Two on 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 a looptie for my cock 
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 bitchy 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 sucker 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, suckers keep popping that 
 
	"I ain`t black, I ain`t white!" (Repeat 12x)
 

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Black Bastards