1. |
Black Supremacist
02:34
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INTRO
(Now them other folks that you dealing with are good Black folks.)
(I'm not good. Why should I be good? You evil, I'm evil too.)
The best we dream!
VERSE 1
BiG SiSSY is a witch, is a slut, is a bitch
From a planet called Black Starr
Just left Mars
You know the one right?
BiG SiSSY wants to play
Wants to fuck, wants a lay
Any place any hour
C'mon and bathe in my golden showers
PRE-CHORUS
Oh oh oh oh oh
She was a, she was, she was a, she was
CHORUS
She was a Black supremacist
The worst, verse racist queen
She was a Black Supremacist
Wetter than the best wet dream
Better than the best wet dream
Better than, she's better than, better than
The best wet dream
(I'm evil too)
VERSE 2
BiG SiSSY wants to eat, meat and cheese
You better season that chicken
Accept your mission
If you know what's right
Starr Mother is a nice one
Advice for all you jilted humans
If it was up to me I’d let ‘em rot
But then our little story wouldn’t have a plot
Pay me what I'm worth
C'mon Karen, open up your purse
Wytness will be your demise
Salvation lies between my thighs
PRE-CHORUS
Oh oh oh oh oh
She was a, she was, she was a, she was
CHORUS
She was a Black supremacist
The worst, verse racist queen
She was a Black Supremacist
Wetter than the best wet dream
Better than the best wet dream
Better than, shes better than, better than
The best wet dream
BRIDGE
(Look out, look out)
She's coming for you
(Look out, look out)
She's gonna get you now
(Look out, look out)
Too late to cover your tracks
(Oh)
There's no going back
OUTRO
(Why should I be good? I'm evil too.)
(I'm not good. You evil, I'm evil too)
The best wet dream!
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2. |
Black Starr Planet
03:34
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VERSE
Close your eyes, relax your mind
Where we go they don’t count time (time, time, time)
Smaller than a grain of sand
Your universe compared to where I’ve been
Black Starr looks a lot like this
Atmosphere and continents
Immune to the binary
They live, melanated, trans and free
PRE-CHORUS
I know what you wanna do
Take my hand 3-4-1-2
If we treat the Goddess right
We can travel there tonight
Don’t you wanna go?
CHORUS
To Black Starr Planet (come in)
Black Starr Planet (come in)
VERSE
Over there they know no lust
Ancient atoms every one of us
Ground control to sister Earth (sister Earth)
Black Starr children feel your hurt (hurt)
PRE-CHORUS
I know what you wanna do
Take my hand 3-4-1-2
If we treat the Goddess right
We can travel there tonight
BRIDGE
Black Starr
Black Starr
CHORUS
Black Starr Planet (come in)
Black Starr Planet (come in)
Black Starr Planet, planet, planet, planet (come in)
Black Starr Planet (come in)
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3. |
Cake (feat. Backxwash)
03:04
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VERSE 1
I wanna have my cake and eat it too
Wanna fuck you up the ass
But I don’t want your poo
I want my cake
I want my cake
Wanna have that cake and eat it twice
Wanna do it bareback but I don’t want lice
I want my cake
I want my cake
HOOK
If its all consensual
I don’t see no problem
VERSE 2
Wanna have my cake and also his
Wanna suck you fuckin’ dry
Don’t wanna swallow your jizz
I want my cake
I want my cake
I can top like a pro but I love to switch
You can dominate me, baby
If you’ll be my bitch
I want my cake (I want it hmm)
I want my cake (I want it, I want it, want it, want it)
CHORUS
If it's all consensual
Take a photograph, baby
Put it on my wall
Where it'll hang
With every cake I’ve ever had the pleasure to bake
I want my cake (Don't make me wait )
I want my cake
Yeah
BRIDGE (Backxwash)
I ‘aint lactose intolerant
All of it all over my face, yes
Fructose and glucose, I say
Muchos and gruchos, he is
Beautiful, bootyful,
Coo coo over his Cockadoodle
Big shit is sumo, unusual
Check it, its huge, its huge, ugh
Hey baby do you know my name
Call me babe
I wanna be your Lois Lane, ugh
If you wanna be my Superman 'n
Harlem shake'n to the sound of Marvin Gaye, eh
Wipe the cake all off my face
Fuck me great, pull back and arch my waist, eh
Won't stop till I pump the breaks
Move back, test that
Then you fuck my…
VERSE 3
I'll turn your stepmom gay
I'll turn your gay dad gay
I'll gay all day,
And I'll gay, gay, gay
For that cake
I want that cake
Better insulate your insulin before we lick
Gonna need another mop to clean up all that spit
I want my cake (I want it, I want it)
I want that cake (I want it, I want it, want it, want it)
CHORUS
If it's all consensual
Take a photograph, baby
Put it on my wall
Where it'll hang
With every cake, I’ve ever had the pleasure
The pleasure, the pleasure to bake
I want my cake (Don't make me wait)
I want my cake (I want my cake)
I want my cake (No, don't make me wait)
I want my cake (I want it, I want it, oh oh)
I want my cake
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4. |
The Period Song
02:41
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VERSE 1
Walkin’ down the street in hot pants
Tight as can be, huggin’ the curves and in the crack
Jammin’ funk with nasty boys in the afternoon
Dancin’ on tabletops and howlin’ at the moon
PRE-CHORUS
I guess I must have looked good
I must have smelled real sweat
‘Cause everybody liked the odour
That was coming out of me (you like that baby?)
I guess I must have looked fine
Indeed I really felt nice
I had other things on my mind (hahaha)
CHORUS
I got my period today
And nobody told me
Nobody told me, nobody, nobody told me
It was dripping down my legs
Not a soul said a thing
Not a soul said a thing, not a soul said a thing
I left my mark you might say
Painted the town red
Left my mark you might say
With my period
VERSE 2
Sat in a white car with white leather seats
Sun was shinin’ bodies sweatin’ in the heat (Oh it's hot)
Got the phone number of a stone butch in the afternoon
Her girlfriend gave me her phone number too
PRE-CHORUS
I guess I must have looked good
I must have smelled real sweat
‘Cause everybody liked the odour
That was coming out of me (you like that baby?)
I guess I must have looked fine
Indeed I really felt nice
I had other things on my mind (ha ha ha)
CHORUS
I got my period today
And nobody told me
Nobody told me, nobody, nobody told me
It was dripping down my legs
Not a soul said a thing
Not a soul said a thing, not a soul said a thing
I left my mark you might say
Painted the town red
Left my mark you might say
With my period
BRIDGE
*phone rings*
It’s me (Ugh)
Well, are you coming or what? (Oh I got a cramp)
Aww a little blood never hurt anybody (Ugh)
I know you wanna free bleed (Ugh)
Free bleed (Ugh here it comes)
Free bleed the night away
OUTRO
I got my period today
(Painted the town red)
I got my period today, yeah
(With my period)
I got my period today
(Painted the town red)
I got my period today
And not a soul said a thing
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5. |
Everybody Knows
01:56
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INTRO
If you ain’t, if you ain’t Black
If you ain’t, if you ain’t Black
VERSE 1
I’ve heard it argued you can use it in a quote
A foolish so-and-so once said "It's just a joke"
Somebody once told me they could sing it in a song
‘Cause some brother told him wasn’t wrong
But, but…
CHORUS
Everybody knows
You can’t say nigga if you ain’t Black
Everybody knows
You can’t say nigga if you ain’t Black
Don't let me catch you sayin’ that
If you ain’t, if you ain’t Black
If you ain’t, if you ain’t Black
VERSE 2
Burnin’ rubber highway 69
Rapping to Biggie and you’re feeling fine
No one around, for miles around, to hear the sound
Did it, did it, did it really go down?
BRIDGE
(Oh) it’s a small price to pay
For Black liberation
(Oh) look in my eyes and
Tell me you’ll do what it takes
Don’t you play dumb
CHORUS
Everybody knows
You can’t say nigga if you ain’t Black (that's whack)
Everybody knows
You can’t say nigga if you ain’t Black
So why the fuck you sayin’ that?
If you ain’t, if you ain’t Black
If you ain’t, if you ain’t Black (why the fuck you saying that?)
If you ain’t, if you ain’t Black
Don’t let me catch you sayin’ that if you ain’t Black
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BiG SiSSY Montreal, Québec
BiG SiSSY is a drag/performance artist, vocalist, and producer who makes pro-Black, pro-sex, beat-driven music. Mixing post-disco beat machines and electro-clash looped guitar riffs, SiSSY's lyrics are drenched in dark humor and blunt honesty.
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