Black Bastards
KMD Lyrics

I ain't black, I ain't white!
The artist identifies as neither purely black nor purely white, rejecting the societal norms that force people of mixed race to choose one or the other.

Well I'm a be a pleaser, if I had skeezer I'd put skeezers stacked up like ice cubes in my freezer
The artist would indulge in casual sex with many women if he had the opportunity, comparing them to ice cubes in his 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
The artist prefers a long life of drinking malt liquor (O.E.) to cope with stress, and prides himself on being cold-hearted like Ebeneezer Scrooge. He is boastful about his sexual encounters.

Making street kids like Quaker with the goods
He compares himself to a street vendor selling Quaker Oats to children, indicating that he has valuable goods and services to offer.

For as a monkey spits, I never gots the shits
The artist implies that he is resilient and immune to the negative impact of criticism (represented by monkey spit).

Some rappers is faking, they silicon tits with plastic nipples
The artist accuses some rappers of inauthenticity, using the metaphor of fake breasts to criticize their lack of real talent.

I judge trees by the fruits and the deepness of the roots
The artist assesses people by their actions (the fruits of their labor) and their character (the depth of their roots).

When I roll, bounce, rock, skate Life will concentrate, concentration Location's Strong Island, most skeezers on strike like Penn Station
The artist references his Long Island location and compares it to the chaotic, busy atmosphere of a train station. He also implies that many women are not interested in casual sex (represented by being on strike).

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
The artist is ambivalent about being identified as black, and points out how difficult it can be to fit into black cultural stereotypes, implying the pressure to conform is intense.

Give my monkey slack, a funky track, still wack, you're black You suck, you're too black, get your back 'Ya black bastard!'
The artist mocks those who try too hard to be black (represented by a 'monkey'), and insults them for their lack of authenticity. The repeated refrain 'Ya black bastard!' is a taunt intended to further mock them.

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
A ragga toaster insults the artist, implying his lack of intelligence and illegitimate birth.

Yo black, yo black, I'm back ransacking through the stacks Of maniacial thoughts I brought to distort the black
The artist reflects on his own thoughts and motivations, admitting to intentionally subverting black culture.

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
The artist admits to mistakes in his work, and references his preference for a low-income lifestyle. He mentions that he has neglected to include derogatory terms for women in his lyrics, and corrects that oversight.

Two on my list of shit I don't give a fuck about Smokes an artist and a butcher wears a smock
The artist indicates that he doesn't care about aspiring artists or butchers, likening them to one another despite their differing professions.

Like a butcher I gots beef with a a looptie for my cock Call me a carpenter from how a brick my lumber got
The artist compares himself to a butcher (who works with beef) and carpenter (who works with wood and bricks). He implies that he has had sexual encounters (beef) and has built up his wealth (lumber).

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!'
The artist describes a party with reggae influences, and references hearing gunshots in the distance.

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
The artist encounters someone (likely a friend or acquaintance), and offers him a joint. The other person doesn't immediately recognize the offer, and the artist implies that he is naive or out of touch.

The door said it was insane, the price to maintain The damage has to be hard the way they master how to act like
The artist comments on the expense of maintaining his lifestyle, and observes that it is difficult to fit into cultural expectations.

Or off the funky track to rock the house that can bang As we sat with curiosity and sipped champagne
The artist describes the enjoyment of partying with friends, and references the music that inspired them.

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
The artist reflects on his place in underground music, and likens it to the gritty reality of life in the streets. He expresses his passion for music and his skill as a performer, and references encountering various unsavory characters in his career.

I ain't black, I ain't white!
The artist repeats his earlier assertion that he does not identify with either racial category.