"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 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!" [x12]