Swindler`s Lust Lyrics

Swindler`s Lust lyrics

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