"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 %#@!s
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 (*##$ to get $#&@ed 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 !@$(s 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 !@$(!"

[Some ragga toaster]

Ayo, yo bum raga a la
You ain't nothing but a dumb black !@$(, man
Your mama was a !@$(, 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 !@$(s and (*##$es, which reminds me, I left them out
Two on my list of %#@! I don't give a $#&@ about
Smokes an artist and a butcher wears a smock

Like a butcher I gots beef with a a looptie for my @@#!
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 !@#$, guess who, looking (*##$y 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]