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'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 batting average is huge Making street hits like Quaker with the grits 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 is sure grippable 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 ho is rotten juice Worth fifteen cent, and burning 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 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 hop, skip and 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, 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 they 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!" [Some ragga toaster] Ayo, yo bum raga a la You ain't nothing but a damn 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 delf, 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 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 a "Beep beep" look, he acted like he couldn't tell I guess that was the sucker in him, ready set to swell The door said it was insane, the price 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 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, as if you 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)