Who Me? (With an Answer from Dr. Bert) - K.M.D.

Once upon a time there was a little boy

who lived in the deep, dark jungles of Africa

His name was Little Sambo

(*mumbling*)

Uh-oh, ZL’s X-ercising his right to be hostile…

They always — they always try to say that coon is me for some reason

I don’t understand, man

You don’t understand?!

No, I don’t know

My temper tempers up to like tenward

Switched up with thoughts that I recommend

My nest is flood but thicker is blood

Plus still some stay stud like sticks in the mud

Ibuprofen from (?) keep me from flippin’daily

Yet I constantly slip into thinkin’kinda loony

In my logo you see us?

Whoever said that coon was me?

OH NO!

Who me?

Oh…

OH NO!

Holy smokes!

I see it’s a joke

To make a mockery of the original folks

Okay, joke’s over, but still it cloaks over us With no luck from no clover

This, irritates X, so goes into my text

Tolerates one N-word complex

Subroc, etched the fuzz of what once was

In eighty-deca the joke’s on Cuz

Those on top of my head stand seven thick

Hairs that even if I wanted to I couldn’t pick

Pigment, is this a defect in birth?

Or more an example of the richness on Earth?

Lips and eyes dominant traits of our race

Does not take up 95 percent of one’s face

But still I see

In the back two or three

Ignorant punks pointing at me OH NO!

Who me?

Oh…

OH NO!

Who me?

Yo, I begs your pardon

But have you ever seen this brother walkin’around here anywhere?

That must be missing person

Have you ever saw his face on a milk carton?

Tricky tricky, must be part of the Gas Face series

The same one who started black cat bad luck theories

Yeah, he done it, this place, he runs it And I’m guilty, Alcatraz till four hundred

Judge ye not the unjudged is where he slipped

The real guilty is filthy, he chipped Egypt

Blew the nose right of the Sphynx, now when he inks

Ugly as when our hair kinks, we thinks

Then zap goes the nap, now I gots good hair

If that’s good hair then bad’s a hood’s hair

Comb-twisted dome, braided or faded

The first man played it and now we hate it?

Robbed of our culture, true indeed I bear witness

And recommend this mental fitness

So get this loaded toolie and point it at a ghoul, G Then ask him: Who you callin’moolie?

OH NO!

Who me?

Oh…

OH NO!

Who me?

Oh…

OH NO!

Who me?

Oh…

OH NO!

Who…

Ah man, damn, man.

Yo, they wanna call me a monkey, a coon, a jiggaboo a boogieman…

Yo Bert

Yo…

Bert

Um, what is it?

Yo G, they wanna call me all these names

Aha

I know what we can do What can we do?

We’ll ask someone out there to find…

(Little Sambo)

What you be meanin', G?

Okay, pick up a crayon…

(Who me?)

No, them

Us?

Yes

Kids pick up a crayon, look for…

(Little Sambo)

When you find him, draw a circle around him

Yo Bert, you gets props, G

(*laughs*)

Yo, have dap, man

Peace

Yo, you got to rock that Hum shit for me later, too