DESCRIPTION:
From the CD "Ooogabooga Under Fascism (sugarTruck recordings, 2012)
http://jubakalamka.bandcamp.com
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CRISPUS ATTUCKS
(Kalamka)
Boermann Sixgirl (BMI)

Chorus (1x):

Because the nigga on stilts is the first to get kilt
And the herb in the skirt prefers to see his blood spilt
Is it nerve or his verve that has him sitting on the curb
Has he heard that he's only getting dissed?
(well, picture this)
If the nigga on stilts is the first to get kilt
Will they write? Will they fight?
Put his picture on the site?
Will intent we present as we squat instead of rent
Keep the brush and sisters skulls from getting pilt?
(Cause it's for Cris)

How many emcees must get dissed
Before somebody says "Don't fuck with Cris"?)

Yo
I guess you know they think he's just a radical
Who's had it standing still upon the planet
While his praxis cracked the axis,actors asking "who's the man?"
I racked the classes in the classics
and I hope the line will scan
but it's the end of a design,and as the ocean beats the rhyme
I see that I and I are running out of time
Tapped of bubblegum and favors
Buddy Jesus would nhave made a better savior
I've been played and you know that's why I saved my best behavior
And a letter to the editor on predatory loans
Can't repace my mum-maws moaning
'bout the theft of niggas homes
Or the homeys in the gloaming or the soul from Muscle Shoals
Or the hole in Fayette Co. where Cooter's brothers shoveled coal
And attacking frattard tried to snatch my Black Card
Though I've no mail from the crack sale in his back yard
But Carlsjuniorstar's the hardest
and I plan to have no part
of all these smarmy art school crackers
who be thinking that they smart
went to Bard, or to Bryn Mawr, or to Menlo, or to Findlay
and I intend to lay low when they start to barking in the park
yet the baby darkie's sparking
maybe smaller than a quark
or from the pinhole in the chart
that marks the sport where we depart
for the action in the hood to do the colored folks some good
yo I'm saying I don't hate you, but I'm wishing that I could
yo I'm saying I don't hate you, but I'm wishing that I could
yo I'm saying I don't hate you, but I'm wishing that I could


Chorus (1x)

His/Her name was Jupiter
And He/She spilled the Boston Tea
About the chew spew, and screw with all of you
And all the shade for spades, and how you 'fraid of me
Because Le Freak is Chic, but you afraid to speak
And you prepared and dared to do it on the sneak
Cause you was bumming and slumming
And on my nuts you was humming
Until the Rover rolled over-
I say "is that your mama coming?"
And when you got locked up,
and daddy came with the check
Did you stay for the play
because you thought you'd lose respect?
Cause your peers were sneering at you
Did they catch you catching wreck?
See, I'm seeing some dishonesty
in scenstering and scheming
trying to lead me to believe
that bleeding holds some greater meaning
that I'm soulless- I been homeless
that ain't my idea of fun
you like calling names and running
so I'll set my dick to "stun"
then I'll pick my spots to squirt,seen the curses on your shirt
I spurt, and now you got some nerve
Assert your feelings hurt?
See you thought you's on some new shit
But you blew it and you're truant
With the dudes to do the Do It to the Do It and the fluid
True it's crude to ask "are you black or gay?"
And vice the verse a curse, but you ain't caring either way
Because the back of my neck is just a step to a rep
And when you cooning my crew,that's whitey fighting with pep
Then you sent your boy to clean it
Say "we really didn't mean it"
"see those assholes in the Castro? Bro, they long for Negro penis"
"Fiending schemes is what we've seen,
I mean an awful sort of offer,
So we do it for your good, just like we did for Marcus Foster."
And I'm frozen and I'm choking as your token's being chosen
Pick my raggediest clothes and imma pose right here til closing
Ho's be blowin' soup be cooling with the nigga nose a-smelling
You can post it on the lamp when damp,
Just check it for the spelling
You can post it on the lamp when damp,
Just check it for the spelling
You can post it on the lamp when damp,
Just check it for the spelling
It says

Chorus 2x

Outro 4x:
How many emcees must get dissed
Before somebody says "Don't fuck with Cris"?