Swindler’s Lust
Title | Swindler’s Lust |
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Artist | Public Enemy |
Album | There’s a Poison Goin’ On |
Release Date | 1999-07-20 |
Description | Public Enemy points its weapons at the greedy record companies who profit from hard-working Black record artists in the final track of the album. The track earned the ire of Abraham Foxman, then national director of the Jewish advocacy group Anti-Defamation League, saying that the song was filled with anti-Semitic references. The criticism came a few months after the Jewish advocacy group’s then director of media Myrna Shinbaum investigated the song and found nothing Anti-semitic about the track. For more info, please visit the following link: http://www.mtv.com/news/515476/jewish-group-decries-public-enemys-swindlers-lust/?fb_ref=fbshare_web |
Lyrics | [Intro: Chuck D and Flava Flav] Yeah, back it up Vultures of culture A dollar a rhyme, but we barely get a dime Uh-huh, check it out [Hook: Chuck D] If you don't own the master, then the master own you Who you trust, from Swindler's Lust? (GEYEAH!) From the back of the bus, neither one of us Control the fate of our soul, in Swindler's Lust [Verse 1: Chuck D] Hickory dickory dock Hand in my pocket, rob me for my chocolate (eheheheh) Mo' dollars, mo' cents, for the Big Six Another million led to bled, claimin' 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&B pavin' the streets of Bel-Air From the sales of singers no longer here The bigger killer gets the bigger share (eheheheh) Now the ones I attack, negroes got their back And know eighty/twenty is a wack contract Forever lack the voice of real blacks Stole rock'n'roll and ain't gave it back (yea yea) 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 out of the mix" Well hell, tell em Chuck don't suck no dick Be an ass, and that ass get kicked Hand in my pocket, rob me for my chocolate Watch em swindle yo' ass and turn a profit [Hook: Chuck D] If you don't own the master, then the master own you Who you trust, from Swindler's Lust? From the back of the bus, neither one of us Control the fate of our soul, in Swindler's Lust You might also like[Bridge: Chuck D] They don't care about me, they don't care about you They don't care about you and your crew Your family neighborhood and plus, heh They don't give a damn about us [Interlude 1: Flava Flav and Chuck D] One thing about them, they like to exploit though Vultures of culture They like to exploit, the little suckers A dollar a rhyme, but we barely get a dime [Verse 2: Chuck D] Profit off the soul of black folk Turn em into bitches, niggas, and stupid ass jokes Laughin' with us, or laughin' at us? That's what I'm guessin' We interrupt this program with that question [Interlude 2: Flava Flav and Chuck D] They came in and sat at the feet (uh-huh) Of our ancient ancestors; they learned (yeah) They took it back, They came back, then they imitated (right) Once they got enough, they came back and destroyed! [Verse 3: Chuck D] Laughin' all the way to the bank; remember them own the banks And them god damn tanks (god damn right) Now what company do I thank? Ain't this a bitch? Heard they owned slaves, in a ship that sank! [Interlude 3: Flavor Flav] Aight aight aight aight yo yo Where all the Louie's? Where my Louie's? Ehehe [Hook: Chuck D] If you don't own the master, then the master own you Who you trust, from Swindler's Lust? From the back of the bus, neither one of us Control the fate of our soul, in Swindler's Lust [Interlude 4: Chuck D] This to the blues people in the Delta This for everybody in the 50's that didn't, get their money Little Richard gettin half of a penny All of 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 playing And even the rappers in the 80's and 90's Still tryin' to get paid from what they put in, yeah [Hook: Chuck D] If you don't own the master, then the master own you Who you trust, from Swindler's Lust? From the back of the bus, neither one of us Control the fate of our soul, in Swindler's Lust Hmm... |