Author Topic: Racial Profilin' (Read 110 times)

Dynamic · « **on:** October 10, 2006, 02:35:20 PM »

What do you credit your rapping skill too? Your Black side or White side?

B: Isn't it obvious? I'm the one that gets shit goin

W:Bitch, it was me who suggusted you start flowin
I could start 400 more years of opression and it will be all because of you

B: bitch i'll rip off your skin and reattach it with glue
I ain't even mad at you, but I've fucking had it with you
why don't you go back to Europe and take your attitude?

W: You remind me of the days in Africa, when the slave masters
used to have races to see who could beat the slaves fastest
you're a black dude in the suburbs -

B: and you're a white man in black clothes, schemin on black hoes
sniffin markers and shit, why don't you relax yo?
you banjo bangin, Native American slayin
executin nations and have the nerve to keep blacks in containment

W: you chicken eating, hot sauce loving son of a bitch
your a hypocrite, and you know OJ did it but still won't admit it

B: That's a minimal thing to how you beat Rodney King
like an American history X scene, and got away clean
we gave you Michael Jackson, and that's show you repay us?

W: Oh great, a feminine dracula who likes to touch some kids anus
we gave you Eminem, I don't remember when you thanked us

B: well thanks, but you took him back as soon as he turned famous
Is it a battle you want?

W: any place, any place

B: well let's go you Nazi bitch-

W: why's it always gotta be about race?
your complaining like the time , that cop pulled you over for speeding

B: but i was walking back to my house when i recieved it!
for some reason, the truth is out there but you don't see it

W: like when you said tupac was alive and you honestly believed it?

B: okay, once you take the elvis poster down we'll call it even

W: I've been called a demon for constantlyh schemin to see you bleedin
and use my semen to clay up your vocab cords to stop you, from screamin

B: well that's a mighty fine achievement, shit you can try it this evening
but while you sleepin, i'll creep in and strangle you to death like Freddy Kruger while your sleepin
i'm sicker than you, i'll slit your wrist and say it was you
my payback is to spray macs where payment is due

W: i'll rip out your ribcage six ways, i'm a sick sage
I'm the minotaur in this brick maze and to get out is death, that's the only quick way
I got an odd choice of drink, Hennesy and thick brains
I'll bomb on this nigga like Timothy McVey

B: This track ain't bigger for this wack asshole figure
no need to act wigger your mom was fucking a black nigga
you saltine trickster, coffee and cream mixture
the one with no business in the team picture
watch me plug your white ass into the ceiling fixture

W: I be chasin mics without flashin lights
i'll push the black side of your mind out of the lime light
in hindsight this is like fighting a blind dike
and i bet your tryin to strike, bitch i'd kill you for a klondike

B: You'll be askin the medics to be fast will the septic
my phonetics get credit wherever they connect at

W: If i really wanted to battle you wouldn't last a second
lucky for you, i'm so damn apathetic

B: I'd pound your leg lame if you tried to say we sound the same
I'm gonna go pound your dame, i'll take the crown and be on my way

DYNAMIC