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Slaine

Whitey, Whitey

 

Whitey, Whitey

(album: The White Man Is The Devil Vol.1 - 2005)


Listen close, man, it might be a jack
But not the kind with the gat or the knife to your back
No, this is mixtape style where I rival your track
And I stole it, you don't get your fucking bicycle back
It's a deciple of that, fight shooters and cracks
My tutors and smack, pharmaceutical black
Beauty so beautiful back in the 70's for pill poppers
What they do to them gats, I do to a track
And I ain't new to this rap crackajack in fact
I was backpacking and wearing a black jacket
Back in '96 in Queens in Manhattan
Ten years later, now they seen what happened
Slaine manuevered his ranks and shooted his angst
Damn, swam with sharks and polluted the tanks
Got zooted with gangsters with rugers and shanks
So play this shit and listen to the music, it cranks
It bumps, it pumps, so once the blunts spark, the fun starts
It's like the Earth shakes, this son of a gun's hot
Need to jumpstart or a dump in the junkyard
With a motherfucking beat that pumps hard

Cause I am whitey whitey, whitey whitey
They call me Mr motherfucking Slaine, I am I am
Whitey whitey, whitey whitey
They call me Mr motherfucking Slaine, I am I am
Whitey whitey, whitey whitey
They call me Mr motherfucking Slaine, I am I am
Whitey whitey, whitey whitey
They call me Mr motherfucking Slaine, I am I am

It's easy to rap, hard to do it in rhythms
So I make an example of you like Martha Stewart in prison
Let me handle the rhymes, you spark the buda and listen
I'm the devil's mind polluted, what I do to a Christian
Is like a voodoo Egyptian hex I threw to your bitching
But no, I ain't balling like a dude who is sixteen
I got manuevers and mixing with this beautiful diction
What you dudes doing's doodoo, it's just doodling, scribbling
Tutored in dribbling words, littering curves
With bullshitters and nerds, I pour liquor and slur words
Slip off my tongue, it's Boston I'm from
So inhale the smoke, motherfucker, cough up a lung

Cause I am whitey whitey, whitey whitey
They call me Mr motherfucking Slaine, I am I am
Whitey whitey, whitey whitey
They call me Mr motherfucking Slaine, I am I am
Whitey whitey, whitey whitey
They call me Mr motherfucking Slaine, I am I am
Whitey whitey, whitey whitey
They call me Mr motherfucking Slaine, I am I am

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