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