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"I ain't black, I ain't white!" (Repeat 12x)
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[Zev Love X]
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Well I'm a be a pleaser, if I had skeezer
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I'd put skeezers stacked up like ice cubes in my freezer
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I'd rather live to be an old geezer, O.E. squeezer
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Any times I need a stress easer
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Like Ebeneezer Scrooge I'm rude, my batting average is huge
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Making street kids like Quaker with the goods
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For as a monkey spits, I never gots the shits
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Some rappers is faking, they silicon tits with plastic nipples
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Pass the ripple, or anything sippable
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Except for plum juice, the plums ???
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Slip and slide, the next thing they say is we're with pit
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Who's to flip? Who's the bitch to get fucked by a clip?
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Ask Tyson, he knows about a hoe is rotten juice
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Want fifteen cent, and burning like a loose
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I take it to the grudge match, and she made my budget budge
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Kick ehr in her snatch, and drown her in some fudge
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I judge trees by the fruits and the deepness of the roots
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Hard pack, and rats, chewing fruits of the roots
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Some are coming bums, some zoot suit apparel
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Either way to wreck shop, lock, stock, and barrel
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Shirts I get ??? some dump especially when I hump
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Get dough by the lump sum then hops get the jump
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Sip wine in the dump, rowdy ways of any state
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When I roll, bounce, rock, skate
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Life will concentrate, concentration
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Location's Strong Island, most skeezers on strike like Penn Station
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If you don't believe me, kid come, I'll show you
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We'll nurse the black bastards who act like they know you
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They say 'What up black?" I say "What up?" I'm taking you black
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Has to be hard they way they master how to act black
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Give my monkey slack, a funky track, still wack, you're black
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You suck, you're too black, get your back
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"Ya black bastard!"
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[Some ragga toaster]
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Ayo, yo bum raga a la
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You ain't nothing but a dumb black bastard, man
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Your mama was a bastard, and your daddy, too
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[Zev Love X]
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Yo black, yo black, I'm back ransacking through the stacks
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Of maniacial thoughts I brought to distort the black
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Of mistakes of somthing, so Zev says "Keep 'em slum"
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Styles to dough, rum is on my right
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Of black bastards and bitches, which reminds me, I left them out
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Two on my list of shit I don't give a fuck about
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Smokes an artist and a butcher wears a smock
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Like a butcher I gots beef with a a looptie for my cock
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Call me a carpenter from how a brick my lumber got
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Some now they try yard and black bumba clot
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it was a lover's birthday party, a block from the spot
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On stage I heard some off-beat "Lick shots, lick shots!"
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Well goddamn, guess who, looking bitchy as hell
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Parker Lewis, well well, I brings an L
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I gave him a "Beep beep" look, he acted like he couldn't tell
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I guess that was the sucker in him, ready sense of smell
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The door said it was insane, the price to maintain
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The damage has to be hard the way they master how to act like
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Or off the funky track to rock the house that can bang
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As we sat with curiosity and sipped champagne
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See I became undergorund like the life in the street
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The love of the beat, large is the fleet
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That will remain underground for all my boys who souls sleep
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Six feet deeper than the soles of my feet
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it's like that, never the wack, and actual fact
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It's like this, sweet as a kiss, I've simply got the knack
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I've thought I've seen the worst with the pimps and the macks
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The blacks in skull caps, suckers keep popping that
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"I ain't black, I ain't white!" (Repeat 12x)
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Black Bastards
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| K.M.D. |
