Swindler's Lust Lyrics - There's A Poison Goin' On - Public Enemy

If you don't 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 don't care? 

Rap and R and 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 ain't gave it back 

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 outta the mix 

Well, hell, tell 'em Chuck don't 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 don't 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 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 bitchez and niggas 

And stupid ass 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 D-damn tanks 

Now, what company do I thank 

Ain't this a bitch 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 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 didn't 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 didn't 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 don't 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