Lyrics:

A Dollar A Rhyme But We Barely Get A Dime



If You Dont 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 Dont Care

Rap And R & 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 Aint Gave It Back

Started Off My Defense

Now Theyre 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 Dont 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 Dont 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 Dont Care About Me

They Dont Care About You

They Dont Care About You And Ya Crew

Ya Family Neighborhood And Plus

They Dont 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 Im 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

Aint This A Bitch Heard They Owned Slaves

And A Ship That Sank



If You Dont 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 Didnt 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 Didnt 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 Dont 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