[Flav] Yeah back it up
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[Chuck] Vultures of culture
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A dollar a rhyme, but we barely get a dime
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Uh-huh, check it out
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[Chuck D]
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If you don't own the master, then the master own you
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Who you trust, from Swindler's Lust? (GEYEAH!)
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From the back of the bus, neither one of us
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control the fate of our soul, in Swindler's Lust
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Hickory dickory dock
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Hand in my pocket, rob me for my chocolate (eheheheh)
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Mo' dollars, mo' cents, for the Big Six
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Another million led to bled, claimin innocence
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Is it any wonder why black folks goin under --
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-- cause niggaz be sold in bundles
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No pressure, tell me why they don't care
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Rap and R&B pavin the streets of Bel-Air
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From the sales of singers, no longer here
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The bigger killer, get the bigger share (eheheheh)
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Now the ones I attack, negroes got their back
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No, eighty/twenty is a wack contract
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Forever lack, the voice of real blacks
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Stole rock'n'roll and ain't gave it back (yea yea)
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Started off my defense, now they're the ones I defend against
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who fell up into the tricks
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"Fuck the Fight the Power shit; get that Chuck D nigga fixed,
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and keep him up out of the mix"
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Well hell, tell em Chuck don't suck no dick
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Be an ass, and that ass get kicked
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Hand in my pocket, rob me for my chocolate
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Watch em swindle yo' ass and turn a profit
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If you don't own the master, then the master own you
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Who you trust, from Swindler's Lust?
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From the back of the bus, neither one of us
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control the fate of our soul, in Swindler's Lust
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They don't care about me, they don't care about you
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They don't care about you and your crew
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your family neighborhood and plus, heh,
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they don't give a damn about us
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[Flav] One thing about them, they like to exploit though
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[Chuck] Vultures of culture
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[Flav] They like to exploit little suckers
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[Chuck] A dollar a rhyme -- while we barely get a dime
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[Chuck D]
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Profit off the soul of black folk
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Turn em into bitches, niggaz, and stupid ass jokes
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Laugh with us? Or laughin at us? That's what I'm guessin
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We in the Rutgers program with that question
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They came in and sat at the feet (uh-huh) of our ancient ancestors; they learned (yeah) they took it back.
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They came back, then they imitated (right)
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Once they got enough, they came back and destroyed
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[Chuck D]
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Laughin all the way to the bank; remember them own the banks
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and them god damn tanks (god damn right)
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Now what company do I thank? Ain't this a bitch
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Heard they owned slaves, in a ship that sank
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[Flavor Flav]
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Aight aight aight aight yo yo
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Where all the Louie's? Where my Louie's? Ehehe
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[Chuck D]
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If you don't own the master, then the master own you
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Who you trust, from Swindler's Lust?
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From the back of the bus, neither one of us control the fate of our soul, in Swindler's Lust
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This to the blues people in the Delta
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This for everybody in the 50's that didn't, get their money
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Little Richard gettin half of a penny
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All of the super soul singers of the 60's
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All the bands of the 70's on the outside lookin in
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All the people that didn't make a DIME
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off their session playin
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And even the rappers in the 80's and 90's
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still tryin to get paid, from what they put in, yeah
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If you don't own the master, then the master own you
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Who you trust, from Swindler's Lust?
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From the back of the bus, neither one of us
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control the fate of our soul, in Swindler's Lust
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Hmm..
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Swindlers Lust
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| Public Enemy |
