A dollar a rhyme but we barely get a dime
If you don't own the master
Then the master own you
Who do you trust from swindler's lust
From the back of the bus
Neither one of us control the fate of our soul
And swindler's 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 n***as be sold in bundles
No pressure tell me why they don't care
Rap and r & b pavin the streets of belair
From the sales of singers no longer here
The bigger k**er 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
f** the fight the power sh**
Get that chuck d n***a fixed
And keep him up outta the mix
Well hell tell em chuck don't s** no dick
Be an a** and the a** get kicked
Hand in my pocket robbed 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 do you trust from swindler's lust
From the back of the bus
Neither one of us control the fate of our soul
And swindler's 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 b**hez and n***as
And stupid a** 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 g-damn tanks
Now what company do i thank
Ain't this a b**h 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 swindler's lust
From the back of the bus
Neither one of us control the fate of our soul
And swindler's lust
This is for the blues people in the delta
This is for everybody in the 50's that didn't get their money
Little richard gettin half a penny a penny
All 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 the 90's
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 swindler's lust
From the back of the bus
Neither one of us control the fate of our soul
And swindler's lust