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    I REFUSE TO B (THE REMIX)

    Go on D'ee...KILL IT!

    I REFUSE to be,

    bamboozled, bombarded, bulldogged, blasphemed, put on blast,

    befuddled, belittled, breached like a bytch dawg,

    a beagle, howling at the moon while you moon me,

    a beach flea, a C when in every other aspect of life

    I grade out straight A's,

    go on devil worshipper and pick up your strays

     

    I REFUSE TO BE,

    a bystander, bypassed, a bylaw,

    or a byproduct of your bullshyt,

    a beat dyck, a beatnik, a bygone,

    who stresses enough to have a bypass,

    go on with your salty azz

     

    I REFUSE TO BE,

    a billboard in your Babylon,

    a back heel, a back peel, a back stop,

    for your errant balls,

    a bacteria, a buffon,

    but I will be a broom

    and sweep my room clean of your belittling

     

    SHOW 'EM WHAT YA GOT D'EE!

     

    I REFUSE TO BE,

    baptized by your barefaced basketfull of bullshyt,

    a baby in your basinet waiting to be bayoneted,

    a bashful boy while you baptize me bereft of beneficence,

    a bastardly barnacle, I.E. a hanger on

    while your ghost ship slips out to sea

    SHEEETTT!

     

    I REFUSE TO BE,

    a barrister, there is only ONE law I follow,

    a basketball bouncing from baseline to basslines,

    a byline in your bawdy Bible,

    a butterfly, fluttering by while you besot another brother

    with your biorhythms,

    I got my own Jizm, and plenty of it to shoot,

    GIMME THE LOOT, GIMME THE LOOT,

    b'cuz your bank is closed

     

    I REFUSE TO BE,

    brainwashed by your banter while you barter my beliefs,

    to be battered by your battalion on your battleground,

    a bulkhead in your ship that is dead and listing in stormy seas,

    a black beauty bathing in your bile,

    beguiled by your style

     

    I REFUSE TO BE,

    a blacktop for black cops,

    and allow myself to be blackmailed by blockheads,

    a blood stained bumba-clatt, rass clatt, a tampon,

    to be bled apon,

    a blowhard looking for black holes in your fragile black ice,

    to have blueballs while you puff about blueprints of liberty,

    what temerity

     

    LET ME HOLLA!

     

    I REFUSE TO BE,

    bludgeoned by your blunders,

    torn asunder by your blast,

    blowtorched by your blame game,

    a blunt blunted by the blundering of your bungled attempts

    to circumvent my BLACKNESS,

    A blue belt when, in fact, I acquired my black belt

    the hard way, on the boulevard,

    SHEETTT!

    I AM A BARD! a professional poet,

    a black Shakespeare,

    stand clear,

    and watch this Nigger, Colored, Negro, Afro..whattt..African-Non-American

    blast off into the stratosphere

     

    I REFUSE TO BE,

    a biopsy,

    while you autopsy the black collective body,

    a bird brain in a birdcage when my birthright

    is BARBADIAN SAGE,

    let me tell ya' a lil' sumthin,

    my birthmark is sown into my banter,

    so I can't be a bishop while you checkmate my Kingship,

    I cannot be simply a blip on your radar screen,

    you make me laugh with your bizarre behavior,

    Hell nah, I ain't no savior but I do savor

     

    WHAT I REFUSE TO BE,

    a boardinghouse, a bodega,

    where you store bales of stash,

    a backlash, slashed by your bullwhip,

    a quip,

    when I am a Bohemian Rhapsody,

    a bloated body bouncing in the brackish backwaters

    of a breached levee,

    a bevy of bombast,

    I HAVE CLASS!

    I am NOT  a bullock,

    a castrated male bull ,

    HELL-OOOO!

    my Black Penis pierced Venus and begot Mars,

    my sperm is the stars

    you wish apon,

    GWAN SAY IT! D'EE IS A BRILLIANT, BEAUTIFUL BLACK MON!,

    so bow down to my brilliance, because

     

    I REFUSE TO BE,

    a damn bobble head,

    my bedrock is Bajan sand,

    AFRICAN, much love AFR-I DAMN WELL CAN AMERICANS,

    de Rasta farians,

    I AM NOT,

    a bodysurfer on a bottomless sea,

    a mutiny with a bounty on my black pride,

    I AM NOT

    bourgeois, NAH-AHH!

    I AM BLACK TO THE BONE!

    at home

    in houses Black or White,

    WHAZZUP BARACK! YOU'RE A REAL BROTHA!

    I AM NOT

    a blight in the bowels of the Badlands,

    I AM a vowel,

    A-E-I-O-U-will be seeing D'ee African,

    American I CAN box with the best,

    I stand the test of time,

    I boycott Bozo's,

    I AM NOT a clown,

    I've been around, and I AM BACK AND BLACK AGAIN

     

    AWWWW SHUCKS!

     

    A-B-WHO DO YOU CEE?

    HOLD UP, HOLD UP, STOP RIGHT THERE,

    WHAT LETTER IS NEXT?!?

    HELLA YESSSS! D'EEEE

    AND THAT'S WHO THE HELL I BE!

    I AM THE ONE AND ONLY BROTHA D'EE

    NUFF SAID!

     

    Did I kill this joint or what!!!!

     

     

    • 29 December 2011
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