[Lyric] Ahmnot Madatcha (The Negro Problem)

[Verse 1]
S′alright
Your anarchist friend
With the real smooth skin
Stretches on the couch
She says that I won't have to watch what I say
After she washes my mouth out
She′s such a good friend
And that law school grin has got me levitating
Some guy with a book
With a pissed off look
Alright your boyfriend's waiting

[Chorus]
I'm not mad at you
I′m not mad at you
I′m not mad at you

Yeah
Right
[Verse 2]
Ok we're sparring you see
But not seriously
She finds me entertaining
Her terms are defined
And her eyebrows aligned
And I′m barely maintaining

But I am

[Verse 3]
She's got me floating in space
Girl, you found that your place
Was really in the kitchen
Woo-hoo
Denying what′s given
Like natural rhythm
Is too gruesome to mention

[Chorus]
So I'm not mad at you
I′m not mad at you
No, I'm not mad at you
Woo-hoo
No, I'm not mad at you
Woo-hoo
No, I′m not mad at you
Alright