Swindler’s Lust Public Enemy

[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