Bad Rap (Who You Tryin To Kid, Kid?) - The Best We Could Find Album Version

(Bad rap, uh huh)
(Bad rap, uh huh)
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 panda signs
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?
(Ha ha, 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?
(Are ya ready for this?)

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
Y'say "Faith is a crutch for a mind that's closed"--
You guzzle your crutch and shove it up your nose!
Uh huh (whoaa!)

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?
Hoouh!

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!
(Bad rap, uh huh)
(Bad rap, uh huh)
Haha

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 gonna need a pill
(Bad rap, uh huh)
Grandmaster Flash gonna get a rash