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 ol' 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

Written by Steve Taylor © 1982 Birdwing Music/Cherry Lane Music Publishing Co., Inc./C.A. Music (ASCAP)

Steve says, "I suppose the title says it all.  Before rap had entered the mainstream, it was confined to a few tiny independent labels, most notably Sugarhill Records in New Jersey.  Perhaps it was the irresistability of being able to cram a novella's worth of lyrics into one song, but after hearing early rappers like Grandmaster Flash and Kurtis Blow, I began what would become in later albums a rich and careless tradition of copping and butchering whatever musical idiom I currently fancied.  Purists, you have been warned..."
(taken from liner notes to "Now the Truth Can Be Told")

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