I’m Up On That Das Racist (Ft. Homeboy Sandman)

(Kool A.D.)
What’s, what’s really—yo I’m good, OK
Scary mayne mary jane cave bitch addiction
Bloodstone natural high, Brian Wilson
Harry Nilsson, safe as milk, I’m Paris Hilton
Shouts to Cousin Tulio(?) in prison
I’m tryin’ to make a livin’ and a killin’
And a buildin’ for my children to live in
Every Thanksgiving I’m killing a pilgrim

(Homeboy Sandman)
On Christmas I’m building with wise men, round a burning bush
On Ebay pushin’ how much can I get for Reggie Bush’s Heisman?

(Kool A.D.)
I’m a penguin, a bird but flightless
A nerd with whiteness, blackness, latin-y dad wackness
An actress flippin’ on occasional mattress
No acrobat, sippin’ on the milk of a cactus
And passin’ that to the other…brother…man…from a different motherland

(Homeboy Sandman)
I’m an African, dabbling in different sects, c-t-s
Who’s crusadin’ through CDs and cassettes
I dropped out of school to study the sciences
It’s hard to channel the sound when surrounded by modern appliances
I’m tryin’ to be pious, when it seems like the prize is
Not a piece of pie but a slit, a width insignificant it’s simple
Like the nipple at the tip of the tit
Cats is tickled pink by nothing in particular to take a look at