Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bad Rap (Who You Tryin' To Kid, Kid?), artist - Steve Taylor. Album song Now The Truth Can Be Told, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.1993
Record label: Sparrow
Song language: English
Bad Rap (Who You Tryin' To Kid, Kid?) |
Now L. A. hip and N. Y. chic |
Been dancin' lately cheek to cheek |
While Midwest good ole boys like me |
Should all be playing catch-up, see |
Subscribe to the Village Voice in throngs |
And guess who gigs at Madame Wong’s |
Well drop your pens and pant designs |
And drop six words in your open minds |
Who you tryin' to kid, kid? |
To the Hollywood school |
Teaching everything’s cool |
Who you tryin' to kid, kid? |
To the Greenwich mockingbird |
Who has gotta have the last word |
Got your head together now? |
Got a way that’s better now? |
Who you tryin' to kid, kid? |
(Say what, bad rap, uh huh) |
You save the whales |
You save the seals |
You save whatever’s cute and squeals |
But you kill «that thing» that’s in the womb |
Would not want no baby boom |
Good, bad, laugh and scorn |
Blame yourself for kiddie porn |
Convenience is the law you keep |
And your compassion’s ankle deep |
Who you tryin' to kid, kid? |
Wrap it in a fine philosophy |
Who you tryin' to kid, kid? |
But your bottom line still says «me me me» |
Got your head together now? |
Got a way that’s better now? |
Who you tryin' to kid, kid? |
You’ll march if all the streets are full |
A two bit closet radical |
No time to check the end result |
Expedience is your catapult |
Convictions make your skin to crawl |
You act like you’re above it all |
You say faith is a crutch for a mind that’s closed |
You guzzle your crutch and shove it up your nose |
Who you tryin' to kid, kid? |
To my left wing band with their head in the sand |
Who you tryin' to kid, kid? |
To the «might makes right» playin' chicken (delight) |
Got your head together now? |
Got a way that’s better now? |
Who you tryin' to kid, kid? |
Can’t understand those Christians |
So you type us all in stereo |
They’re hypocrites |
They’re such a bore |
Well come on in |
There’s room for one more |
So now you’re mad |
Who is this guy |
To bake us all in one big pie? |
You think I care |
Forget it, hon |
You’ve just been shot |
With your own gun |
(Bad rap, uh huh) |
Sugar Hill’s gonna need a pill |
Grandmaster Flash gonna get a rash |