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Artist: Del The Funky Homosapien
Song: Del'S Nightmare
The slave master watching over you,
Always trying to tell you what the **** to do!
The slave master watching over you,
But ain't nothing gonna stop me and my crew!
This is for you kids trying to get signed.
Just a little something you should keep in mind:
The labels are slave masters. Artists are slaves.
Don't get too raunchy. They want you to behave.
You get signed. You're thinking, "This is great!"
But wait You never knew what was at stake.
Creative control they withold.
You sell your soul when you sign on the dotted line hoping to go gold.
But you'll never see that, not without promotion.
The label'll just throw your **** out, and got it floatin'.
You think your **** is potent, but ain't nobody buying it.
If they ain't never heard of it, ain't nobody trying it.
If they ain't never heard of it 'your record' they murder it.
You can complain. But they are not concerned a bit.'
Cause when they signed you, they thought you'd make a hit
'cause of who you were affiliated with, and all that bull****.
Frustrations. All these rules and regulations
Just so you can have your **** heard by the nation.
And be patient.
'Cause by the time theyfinally release your **** its ancient.
You think they're working your album? You're mistaken.
And if you flop, you get dropped.
'Cause you ain't the star. You didn't go pop.
Just straight up hip-hop. Time to get a mop.
'Cause without no promotion, of course sales drop.
Peep the break down: If tapes cost ($)10,
You'll probaably only get to see a dollar in the end,
That you cannot spend. Cause your budget gets recouped.
So you never get cash unless your record is "Shoop."
You better hope you get shows, which will not happen
If you don't have a record that's the main attraction.
Even if you sell a million, you'll get burned
Cause they keep half your cash just in case of returns.
For a while, you wonder why rappers don't smile.
'cause to them, you're not an artist. You're just another file.
Another nigger used to make another buck.
They don't give a ****. And if your **** don't blow up, tough.
But the star gets both promotion and devotion
From the whole ****ing staff. At you, they laugh.
The star probably don't know that he the house nigger.
Thinking he bigger cause he's the, pick of the litter.
These lebels think backwards. They push the acts that need it the least
So they can get all the money they can when it's released.
They take you to a restarant for a feast,
And then expect you to pck up the check?
That's why I give props to niggaz who is independent:
'Cause they make they own money, plus decide how to spend it.
Splendid.And lets end it.
And don't get offended.
(Chorus 2x)
The slave master watching over you,
Always trying to tell you what the **** to do.
The slave master watching over you,
But ain't nothing gonna stop me and my crew.
Hieroglyphics!
public enemy - swindlers lust
A Dollar A Rhyme But We Barely Get A Dime
If You Don?t Own The Master
Then The Master Own You
Who Do You Trust From Swindler?s Lust
From The Back Of The Bus
Neither One Of Us Control The Fate Of Our Soul
And Swindler?s 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 & 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
**** The Fight The Power ****
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 Swindler?s Lust
From The Back Of The Bus
Neither One Of Us Control The Fate Of Our Soul
And Swindler?s 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 G-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 Swindler?s Lust
From The Back Of The Bus
Neither One Of Us Control The Fate Of Our Soul
And Swindler?s Lust
This Is For The Blues People In The Delta
This Is For Everybody In The 50?s That Didn?t Get Their Money
Little Richard Gettin Half A Penny A Penny
All 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 Playin
And Even The Rappers In The 80?s And The 90?s
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 Swindler?s Lust
From The Back Of The Bus
Neither One Of Us Control The Fate Of Our Soul
And Swindler?s Lust
