Swindlers Lust

If you don't own the master
 Then the master own you
 Who do you trust from swindlers lust
 From the back of the bus?
 Neither one of us control
 The fate of our soul and swindlers lust
 Hickory, dickory, dock, hand in my pocket
 Robbed me for my chocolate
 Mo' dollars, mo' cents for the big six
 Another million led to bled, claimin' they innocence
 Is it any wonder why black folks goin' under?
 'Cause niggas be sold in bundles
 No pressure, tell me why they don't care?
 Rap and R and B Pavin' the streets of Belair
 From the sales of singers no longer here
 The bigger killer gets the bigger share
 Now the ones I attack, the negros got their back
 And know 80-20 is a whack contract
 Forever lack the voice of real black
 Stole rock and roll and ain't gave it back
 Started off my defense
 Now, they're the ones I defend against
 Who fell up into the tricks
 Fuck the fight, the power shit
 Get that chuck D nigga fixed
 And keep him up outta the mix
 Well, hell, tell 'em Chuck don't suck no dick
 Be an ass and the ass get kicked
 Hand in my pocket robbed me for my chocolate
 Watch 'em swindle yo ass and turn a profit
 If you don't own the master
 Then the master own you
 Who do you trust from swindlers lust
 From the back of the bus?
 Neither one of us control
 The fate of our soul and swindlers lust
 They don't care about me
 They don't care about you
 They don't care about you and ya crew
 Ya family, neighborhood and plus
 They don't give a damn about us
 Profit off the soul of black folk
 Turn 'em into bitchez and niggas
 And stupid ass jokes
 Laugh wit us or laughin' at us
 That is what I'm guessin'
 We interrupt this program wit that question
 Laughin' all the way to the bank
 Remember dem own the banks
 And dem D-damn tanks
 Now, what company do I thank
 Ain't this a bitch heard they owned slaves
 And a ship that sank
 If you don't own the master
 Then the master own you
 Who do you trust from swindlers lust
 From the back of the bus?
 Neither one of us control the fate of our soul
 And swindlers lust
 This is for the blues people in the delta
 This is for everybody in the 50s that didn't get their money
 Little Richard gettin' half a penny a penny
 All the super soul singers of the 60s
 All the bands of the 70s on the outside, lookin' in
 All the people that didn't make a dime off their session playin'
 And even the rappers in the 80s and the 90s
 Still tryin' to get paid for what they put in
 If you don't own the master
 Then the master own you
 Who do you trust from swindlers lust
 From the back of the bus?
 Neither one of us control the fate of our soul
 And swindlers lust