Lyrks
Lyrks
Lyrks
Cover Art

Black Pussy Lyrics by The Watts Prophets

The Black Voices: On the Streets in Watts

0

Black Pussy
Or sour-sweet black pussy if history has taste buds
Mellow dudes on jungle street corners were the first to dig it, to really understand it
Proud, spirit-carrying, dues-paid-up brothers
Us, the black pussy loving brothers
Out there, in darkness, stuck in the middle passage of time
We titled it the pearly tongue and hung on
Raised its obstinate, pricky little head on slave-braced fingertips
Danced high up in the slit on Saturday night
Kept hope alive with hardcore, deep, black rhythmic fucking, the best yet
Slithered down to the nitty gritty
Suckled a honey dark titty
Grabbed hold of the hottest ass on earth
Slipped a cupped palm manfully under each sheer buttock
And thought about Chinese arithmetic or the auction block, to hold the juice in
Making it now, through the slim black streets
Heading for sweet mama Do-Right
Sweet Mama Do-Right, her new hair gone-back, body loaded with a new drug, Afro-Smack (TEACH)
Eyes dug, mind heavy
Easing down finely, from them belly-nippled breasts, tongue out of the soft hot thick, creamy lips
Hips easing into the old Swazi spoon position
Heavy from the pubic hair locks of African history (TEACH)
Dirty grey dogs trail black pussy, smoking black ass through the trash heaps of Harlem night alleys
Through the underbrush of the South African veldt
Masakela, Mbulu, and Mikala can run it down to you
Through a merciless 400 year night of attempted statutory rape
Try it, god damn it, down through all the symptoms
Almost till we get behind or beyond
Yeah, they tongue, hot [?] for you, black pussy
And Congo square at the quadroon balls
And into the protest movements
The white motherfuckers protesting to his society for a shot of your mind blow (GO AHEAD)
Everything else, everything else, he, the pale eyed liar, claims to have discovered or foreseen or tasted or smelt first
Everything but one thing (say it)
Black pussy
He, the motherless bastard behind his pasty facade, his IBM machinery, his automatic toasters, his machine guns, his paper work and triplicate, his long keening nose and his desperate need for everybody else’s land could not conceive of
Not even with astronomical equations, of black pussy
A human rhythm motor in the loins
Sweet John the Conqueror Root powder
Sprinkled on a monstrous black thigh with enough sinful goodness in the marrow to shake the pale bastard into reality (Tell it to them like it is) (teach nigga)
How could the rhythmless monkey understand Sister Sadie’s holy rose?
After he done snatched a piece of the bottom?
While Sam waited for the bastard to leave in order to get his off the top
No, the devils did never understand black pussy
A phenomenon that appeared before recorded history, fully developed, richly talented, sopping sweet with alaga syrup and a hoecake of bread
Bunched down lower in the triangular groove
Looking for all the world like turfs of soft black cotton
Spilling nappy-headed cum in the rear of crowded, loving jungles
On rooftops and black ghettos across the American nation
Splashing cosmic cream onto technicolored fingers in the middle of Oceanic beds
Turnin', twisting, tossing the white light-weight black boo-boo fucker into a trick bag
Groovy hip, heavy humping black bitches with daring cunts split from belly to brisket
Congo cunts, Mandingo gash, Fulani nutbuster, don’t tell me they don’t exist, I know better!
Yoruba twat, Zulu sweat, Swahili slit, Jambos
Black pussy, American tribal knights forced into existence by a continuing tradition
Black pussy and a liberal scattering of bloods who’ve never forgotten where it’s at
Credits
The Watts Prophets

The Watts Prophets

About “Black Pussy” by The Watts Prophets

Read the complete lyrics to "Black Pussy" by The Watts Prophets from the album "The Black Voices: On the Streets in Watts". On Lyrks you can follow along with the full text, explore the artist's discography, and discover related songs. The track is often categorized under Rap.

"Black Pussy" is performed by The Watts Prophets. from the album "The Black Voices: On the Streets in Watts" This page provides the full lyric text for fans who want to sing along, study the songwriting, or compare versions across releases. Lyrks organizes lyrics by artist and song slug so you can bookmark and share a stable URL. Music lyrics help listeners connect with emotion, narrative, and rhythm in a track. Whether you are learning English, researching a favorite chorus, or preparing for karaoke, having accurate line breaks and section labels (verse, chorus, bridge) makes the experience easier. We link to the official artist profile on Lyrks where available, including biography snippets, top songs, and chart placements when we have that data. If you enjoy "Black Pussy", explore more songs by The Watts Prophets using the links below. Chart and trending pages on Lyrks highlight what listeners are searching for this week. For copyright or correction requests, see our DMCA and contact pages.

View all songs and biography for The Watts Prophets · Trending lyrics · Billboard Hot 100

Frequently asked questions

"Black Pussy" is credited to The Watts Prophets. Songwriting credits may include additional writers listed on the release; check the credits section on this page for linked collaborators.

"Black Pussy" appears on "The Black Voices: On the Streets in Watts".

Visit the The Watts Prophets artist page at /artist/the-watts-prophets for biography, popular tracks, and links to more lyric pages.