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krs one greenie - my son, the schvartze كلمات الأغنية

verse #1
i’ve had it dad, i’m done—you a sick man, i’m finished
stop calling me “schvartze” — you don’t even speak yiddish…
c’mon man, quit this —you ain’t a real jew anyway…
yo’ -ss never goes to temple on no sat-rday
and anyway—the torah (even) sez we’re all equal—
so why wonchu let me perform in front of black people?
why wonchu just let go of all this racial tension?
why wuz u too scared to drive me to a show in trenton?
cuz ‘dat producer had me lined up there for real hip-hop stages… he…
saw your racist att-tude was freakin outrageous… see…
and it still enrages me… —a label almost signed me…
but they backed out cuz your -ss wazn’t behind me…

chorus
my son, my son— vhas’ wrong –vhat’s wrong…
vhy u always actin’ like a schvartze…
vhas with yer pants… vhas w/ your clothes…
vhy u always wanna go to rap shows?
my son, my son— what is the mah-tah
u gotsta stop actin’ like a schvartze…

verse #2
dear daddy—-thank u for helping my career go nowhere…
u said if black kids go there, i can’t do a show there…
but i ain’t wanna sit there which yo bagels and eat lox…
while my sister’s in detox i wanted 2 b-tch to a beat box
so i’d put on my reebox and put on bls
wait for marley marl to spin (slick rick or) dougie fresh
la-de-da-di, ((why can’t)) i rhyme at that party…
cuz you a racist pig and you p-ss off everybody! ?
u wuz really scared sh-tless—yo ain’t that a fact beryl?
(hey—) what would u have done if i brought home a black girl?

verse #3
any time i’d spit a rhyme my dad would attack it…
he’d never back it, he’d say “you ain’t a black kid…”
lookin back yo in fact it’s funny he’d say that…
i’d put on why is that and i’d jus’ play that…
part where krs says “moses was black”
the look on my dad’s face if u coulda seen that…
i’d turn on kiss-fm an’ hear don’t believe the hype
red alert was spinning kane, audio two, and mc lyte
eric sermon shot the sherriff just as dad hit the door…
turn off that schvartze cr-p, i can’t take it no more…

chorus
my son, my son— whas’ wrong –what’s wrong…
vhy u always actin’ like a schvartze…
vhas with yer pants… vhas w/ your clothes…
vhy u always wanna go to rap shows?
my son, my son— what is the mah-tah
u gotsta stop actin’ like a schvartze…

verse # 4
20 years later, whachu think… pops huh?
(i- think) you only made me try harder when u called me a schvartze…
remember that p-ssover when i ain’t hunt the matzah… ?
i was live on rap radio freestylin at hofstra…
whachu resisted persisted, i wasn’t at (that) yom kippur…
cuz moe dee was busy takin’ out jack the ripper…
an’ i missed that bar mitzvah… cuz i’z tearin’ up a battle…
i’m on stage for all races now that i’m an adult…
– oh–and remember that rapper who taught me moses was black?
i’m tourin w/ him now—dad– i’m his opening act… !

chorus
my son, my son— whas’ wrong –what’s wrong…
vhy u always actin’ like a schvartze…
vhas with yer pants… vhas w/ your clothes…
why you always wanna go to rap shows!
my son, my son— what is the mah-tah
u nevah stopped actin’ like a schvartze…

- krs one greenie

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