Who Me? (With an Answer from Dr. Bert) - K.M.D.
Once upon a time there was a little boy
Who lived in the deep dark jungles of Africa
His name was Little Sambo
Uh-oh ZL's X-ercising his right to be hostile
They always
They always try to say that coon is me for some reason
I don't understand man
You don't understand
No I don't know
My temper tempers up to like tenward
Switched up with thoughts that I recommend
My nest is flood but thicker is blood
Plus still some stay stud like sticks in the mud
Ibuprofen from keep me from flippin' daily
Yet I constantly slip into thinkin' kinda loony
In my logo you see us
Whoever said that coon was me
OH NO
Who me
Oh
OH NO
Holy smokes I see it's a joke
To make a mockery of the original folks
Okay joke's over but still it cloaks over us
With no luck from no clover
This irritates X so goes into my text
Tolerates one N-word complex
Subroc etched the fuzz of what once was
In eighty-deca the joke's on Cuz
Those on top of my head stand seven thick
Hairs that even if I wanted to I couldn't pick
Pigment is this a defect in birth
Or more an example of the richness on Earth
Lips and eyes dominant traits of our race
Does not take up 95 percent of one's face
But still I see
In the back two or three
Ignorant punks pointing at me
OH NO
Who me
Oh
OH NO
Who me
Yo I begs your pardon
But have you ever seen this brother walkin' around here anywhere
That must be missing person
Have you ever saw his face on a milk carton
Tricky tricky must be part of the Gas Face series
The same one who started black cat bad luck theories
Yeah he done it this place he runs it
And I'm guilty Alcatraz till four hundred
Judge ye not the unjudged is where he slipped
The real guilty is filthy he chipped Egypt
Blew the nose right of the Sphynx now when he inks
Ugly as when our hair kinks we thinks
Then zap goes the nap now I gots good hair
If that's good hair then bad's a hood's hair
Comb-twisted dome braided or faded
The first man played it and now we hate it
Robbed of our culture true indeed I bear witness
And recommend this mental fitness
So get this loaded toolie and point it at a ghoul G
Then ask him Who you callin' moolie
OH NO
Who me
Oh
OH NO
Who me
Oh
OH NO
Who me
Oh
OH NO
Who
Ah man damn man
Yo they wanna call me a monkey
A coon a jiggaboo a boogieman
Yo Bert
Yo
Bert
Um what is it
Yo G they wanna call me all these names
Aha
I know what we can do
What can we do
We'll ask someone out there to find
Little Sambo
What you be meanin' G
Okay pick up a crayon
Who me
No them
Us
Yes
Kids pick up a crayon look for
Little Sambo
When you find him draw a circle around him
Yo Bert you gets props G
Yo have dap man
Peace
Yo you got to rock that Hum sh*t for me later too
