Let me tell you a story about the slave master Use a whip on ass so you behave faster You got chains on your neck and the man's You'll work all damn day but you never see a check in the field
you yield, your skin peels off your back From the crack of the whip, it heal Ya wish, you had a shield 'cause he iron So you act up, he smokes ya and keeps firing and it's tiring
about recreation One wrong move and it's death you're White mothafuckaz got the and chain On your leg and in the form of religion on brain
say, you the devil, you say, who the devil? Some of us was house niggers, of us was rebels Some tried to get along the they could And didn't nobody use the phrase, it's all good, you?
They got you living a shrew throw you pig lips and chicken gizzards then you make a stew They give us a white to appease us We talk among and hope nobody sees us
They had our brothers beating us, called us Plus monkeys, they junkies mistreating us The master said, "If you don't 'em, you're dead" It was fucking his head but he beat us instead and we bled
Red blood like a flood he'd rape your mother stick her face in the mud They were ruthless! If you to front, you'd be toothless Some tried to run even it seemed useless
Virginity was torn, soon babies was That was white and now his skin is kind of light You think you're special, they let you oversee the carnage? But I bet you will get hung, if you stick out your tongue 'Cause they pull out the shank and stick it right through your
Now it's 96 and people say, forget it, it's all in the past And some even regret it 'cause they think set it Now my missions to get So I can raise a black with a true devil And you how that goes
The master watching over you Always trying to you what the fuck to do The slave watching over you But nothing gonna stop me and my crew
The slave master over you Always to tell you what the fuck to do The slave master watching you But nothing gonna stop me and my crew
is for you kids trying to get signed Just a little something you should keep in The labels are slave masters, artists are get too raunchy, they want you to behave
You get signed, you're thinking is great But wait you never knew what was at Creative control they withhold, you your soul When you sign on the line hoping to go gold
But you'll see that, not without promotion The label'll just throw your shit out and got it You your shit is potent but ain't nobody buying it If they ain't never of it, ain't nobody trying it If they ain't never heard of it, record' they murder it You can complain but they are not a bit
'Cause when they signed you, they thought make a hit 'Cause of who you were affiliated and all that bullshit Frustrations, all these rules and Just so you can have your heard by the nation and be patient
by the time they find a lead release, your shit is ancient You think they're your album? You're mistaken And if you flop, you get dropped, 'cause you the star You go pop, just straight up hip hop, time to get a mop 'Cause without no promotion, of sales drop
Peep the down if tapes cost ten probably only get to see a dollar in the end That you cannot spend your budget gets recouped So you never get cash unless your is shoop
You better hope you get shows, will not happen If you don't have a that's the main attraction Even if you sell a million, you'll get 'Cause they keep half your cash in case of returns
For a while, you wonder why rappers smile 'Cause to them, not an artist, you're just another file Another nigger used to make another don't give a fuck and if your shit don't blow up, tough
But the star gets both and devotion the whole fucking staff, at you, they laugh The star probably don't know that he the house Thinking he 'cause he's the, pick of the litter
These think backwards They push the that need it the least So they can get all the money they can when it's They take you to a restaurant for a And then you to pick up the check?
That's why I props to niggaz who is independent they make they own money, plus decide how to spend it Splendid and end it and don't get offended
The master watching over you Always trying to tell you what the to do The slave master over you But ain't gonna stop me and my crew
The master watching over you trying to tell you what the fuck to do The slave master over you But ain't nothing stop me and my crew