Bad Rap (Who You Tryin’ To Kid， Kid?) (Now The Truth Can Be Told Album Version) - Steve Taylor

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 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 p**n
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