Guns N Roses, the rock group, said they liked being white, the music business fell on them like a ton of discs. But racial music is not always insensitive.

With what Washington Post music critic David Mills calls “unprecedented directness,” Black Muslim rappers are hitting the charts with records preaching their esoteric doctrines. These include the idea that blacks are the chosen people of God, the only descendants of the real Adam, Shabazz; and that whites are a race of devils created by Mr. Yakoub, a mad scientist who didn’t leave the underdone whites in his furnace long enough.

Another group of Muslims in the rap industry, the Five Percent Nation of Islam, holds that blacks are literal gods, but only 5 percent of them know it. Rap, they believe, will spread this gospel.

But there’s a problem. White devils are making rap records, too. “Who gave permission to the slave master’s son, to come among the gods and try to do the things we’ve done?” asks Wise Intelligent of the group Poor Righteous Teachers.

That’s far from the only white misdeed. Crack, says Grand Puba Maxwell of the group Brand Nubian, comes “in a vial, set up by the devil as he looks and he smiles.” Adds Lord Mustapha: “they injected us with syphilis” and now “they’re trying to take us out with the AIDS virus.”

The Grand Puba—whom David Mills describes as “having a great sense of humor”—says that white devils are “still causing trouble among the righteous people. Drugs in our community, can’t even get a job, poisoning our babies, lying who is God.” The answer? “We’re going to drop the bomb on the Yakoub crew.”

On the latest album from Movement Ex, about which a “listener is likely” to “crack a smile” according to the Post’s Mr. Mills, Prince Mustapha asks, “What’s with the hippie you worship on the cross? ‘Cause Jesus was dark-skinned, not like the painting. Since you’re the one who’s lying, you must be Satan. A devilish demon savage, scavenger beast. Since you have been, there’s been no peace.”

In another song, Mustapha notes “You drink eggnog celebrating the holiday of the enemy. I’d shoot Santa Claus if he comes down my chimney.”

Jon Shecter, a young white Harvard graduate who edits a rap magazine, told David Mills that although he is sometimes made “uncomfortable” by talk of white devils, “their music moves me. And their message moves me, in a way. I respect them. And I know of so many white kids who feel the same way I do.”

These records, on which, as Mustapha says, “My grammar is the hammer, and you are the nail,” are distributed by such firms as Columbia, CBS, and Warner.

“The people who run this business,” says Paris of San Francisco, “their loyalty is not to themselves, but to the dollar.” But we can do business with them, says Wise Intelligent, because the “Powerful Eye of Allah sees Everything.” This, he adds, is what the popular African-American greeting “Peace” really means. “They’re always watched. No one can ever fool me.”