Текст песни KMD - Who Me? (With an Answer from Dr. Bert)
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"Once upon a time there was a little boy who lived in the deep, dark jungles of AfricaHis name was Little Sambo" [ Zev Love X ]( *mumbling* ) [ Subroc ]Uh-oh, ZL`s X-ercising his right to be hostile... [ Zev Love X ]They always - they always try to say that coon is me for some reason [ Subroc ]I don`t understand, man [ Zev Love X ]You don`t understand?! [ Subroc ]No, I don`t know [ Zev Love X ]My temper tempers up to like tenwardSwitched up with thoughts that I recommendMy nest is flood but thicker is bloodPlus still some stay stud like sticks in the mudIbuprofen from ( ? ) keep me from flippin` dailyYet I constantly slip into thinkin` kinda loonyIn my logo you see us?Whoever said that coon was me? OH NO! [ Chorus 4X ]Who me?Oh...OH NO! [ Zev Love X ]Holy smokes! I see it`s a jokeTo make a mockery of the original folksOkay, joke`s over, but still it cloaks over us With no luck from no cloverThis, irritates X, so goes into my textTolerates one N-word complexSubroc, etched the fuzz of what once wasIn eighty-deca the joke`s on CuzThose on top of my head stand seven thickHairs that even if I wanted to I couldn`t pickPigment, is this a defect in birth?Or more an example of the richness on Earth?Lips and eyes dominant traits of our raceDoes not take up 95 percent of one`s faceBut still I seeIn the back two or threeIgnorant punks pointing at me OH NO! [ Chorus 4X ]Who me?Oh...OH NO! [ Onyx ]Who me? Yo, I begs your pardonBut have you ever seen this brother walkin` around here anywhere?That must be missing personHave you ever saw his face on a milk carton? [ Zev Love X ]Tricky tricky, must be part of the "Gas Face" seriesThe same one who started black cat bad luck theoriesYeah, he done it, this place, he runs itAnd I`m guilty, Alcatraz till four hundredJudge ye not the unjudged is where he slippedThe real guilty is filthy, he chipped EgyptBlew the nose right of the Sphynx, now when he inksUgly as when our hair kinks, we thinksThen zap goes the nap, now I gots good hairIf that`s good hair then bad`s a hood`s hairComb-twisted dome, braided or fadedThe first man played it and now we hate it?Robbed of our culture, true indeed I bear witnessAnd recommend this mental fitnessSo get this loaded toolie and point it at a ghoul, GThen ask him: "Who you callin` moolie?" OH NO! Who me?Oh...OH NO!Who me?Oh...OH NO!Who me?Oh...OH NO!Who... [ Zev Love X ]Ah man, damn, man. Yo, they wanna call me a monkey, a coon, a jiggaboo a boogieman...Yo BertYo... Bert[ Bert ]Um, what is it?[ Zev Love X ]Yo G, they wanna call me all these names[ Bert ]AhaI know what we can do[ Zev Love X ]What can we do?[ Bert ]We`ll ask someone out there to find...(Little Sambo)[ Zev Love X ]What you be meanin`, G?[ Bert ]Okay, pick up a crayon...(Who me?)No, them[ Zev Love X ]Us?[ Bert ]YesKids pick up a crayon, look for...(Little Sambo)When you find him, draw a circle around him[ Zev Love X ]Yo Bert, you gets props, G[ Bert ]( *laughs* )[ Zev Love X ]Yo, have dap, man[ KMD ]Peace[ Zev Love X ]Yo, you got to rock that Hum shit for me later, too