Public Enemy - Swindler’s Lust lyrics

Yeah back it up Vultures of culture A dollar a rhyme, but we barely get a dime Uh-huh, check it out If you don't own the master, then the master own you Who you trust, from Swindler's Lust? (g'yeah!) From the back of the bus, neither one of us Control the fate of our soul, in Swindler's Lust Hickory dickory dock Hand in my pocket, rob me for my chocolate (eheheheh) Mo' dollars, mo' cents, for the Big Six Another million led to bled, claimin' innocence Is it any wonder why black folks goin'' under, 'cause n***as be sold in bundles No pressure, tell me why they don't care Rap and RandB pavin' the streets of Bel-Air From the sales of singers, no longer here The bigger k**er, get the bigger share (eheheheh) Now the ones I attack, Negroes got their back No, eighty twenty is a wack contract Forever lack, the voice of real blacks Stole rock 'n' roll and ain't gave it back (yea yea) Started off my defense, now they're the ones I defend against Who fell up into the tricks "f** the Fight the Power sh**, get that Chuck D n***a fixed, And keep him up out of the mix" Well hell, tell em Chuck don't s** no dick Be an a**, and that a** get kicked Hand in my pocket, rob me for my chocolate Watch em swindle yo' a** and turn a profit If you don't own the master, then the master own you Who you trust, from Swindler's Lust? From the back of the bus, neither one of us Control the fate of our soul, in Swindler's Lust They don't care about me, they don't care about you They don't care about you and your crew Your family neighborhood and plus, heh, They don't give a damn about us One thing about them, they like to exploit though Vultures of culture They like to exploit little s**ers A dollar a rhyme, while we barely get a dime Profit off the soul of black folk Turn em into b**hes, n***as, and stupid a** jokes Laugh with us? Or laughin' at us? That's what I'm guessin' We in the Rutgers program with that question They came in and sat at the feet (uh-huh) Of our ancient ancestors, they learned (yeah) They took it back, they came back, then they imitated (right) Once they got enough, they came back and destroyed Laughin' all the way to the bank, remember them own the banks And them god damn tanks (god damn right) Now what company do I thank? Ain't this a b**h Heard they owned slaves, in a ship that sank Aight aight aight aight yo yo Where all the Louie's? Where my Louie's? Ehehe If you don't own the master, then the master own you Who you trust, from Swindler's Lust? From the back of the bus, neither one of us Control the fate of our soul, in Swindler's Lust This to the blues people in the Delta This for everybody in the 50's that didn't, get their money Little Richard gettin' half of a penny All of the super soul singers of the sixties All the bands of the 70's on the outside lookin' in All the people that didn't make a dime Off their session playin' And even the rappers in the eighties and nineties Still tryin' to get paid, from what they put in, yeah If you don't own the master, then the master own you Who you trust, from Swindler's Lust? From the back of the bus, neither one of us Control the fate of our soul, in Swindler's Lust Hm