Swindlers Lust Lyrics by Public Enemy

Swindlers Lust Lyrics


    [Flav] Yeah back it up
    [Chuck] Vultures of culture
    A dollar a rhyme, but we barely get a dime
    Uh-huh, check it out

    [Chuck D]
    If you don't own the master, then the master own you
    Who you trust, from Swindler's Lust? (GEYEAH!)
    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 niggaz be sold in bundles
    No pressure, tell me why they don't care
    Rap and R&B pavin the streets of Bel-Air
    From the sales of singers, no longer here
    The bigger killer, 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
    "Fuck the _Fight the Power_ shit; get that Chuck D nigga fixed,
    and keep him up out of the mix"
    Well hell, tell em Chuck don't suck no dick
    Be an ass, and that ass get kicked
    Hand in my pocket, rob 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 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

    [Flav] One thing about them, they like to exploit though
    [Chuck] Vultures of culture
    [Flav] They like to exploit little suckers
    [Chuck] A dollar a rhyme -- while we barely get a dime

    [Chuck D]
    Profit off the soul of black folk
    Turn em into bitches, niggaz, and stupid ass 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

    [Chuck D]
    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 bitch
    Heard they owned slaves, in a ship that sank

    [Flavor Flav]
    Aight aight aight aight yo yo
    Where all the Louie's? Where my Louie's? Ehehe

    [Chuck D]
    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 60's
    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 80's and 90's
    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

    Hmm..

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