[Talking]
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Somebody gotta rebel

Ya know! Ya know!
JaiWalk in this (*##$, let's get it in


[Verse 1]
Let's talk about the politics in music
Today it's who produced it, a poet is useless

that's why the culture that we knew is disentegrating
The government took the voice from our generation
Replaced it with materialistics and self hatred

Stripped our complex poetries, and made 'em basic
If our lyrics aren't sexual or drug related
Save it, cause Clear Channel stations won't play it

I told massa I'll never sell my soul to him
To work on his plantation going Gold for him
See some house ^!$$%s sitting on a mil

But my integrity got me sitting in the field
Burning up, and all the things I witnessed in this %#@! business
Constantly makes me wanna quit this

Lyte told me become a Slave To The Rhythm
So I could never be a slave to his system


[Chorus]
Give 'em a whip and a chain, and we can own a Slave
Tell 'em what to write about, teach 'em how to behave

Let's exploit 'em when they're deep in their grave
Now we got us a Slave
A whip and a chain, and we can own a Slave

Tell 'em what to write about, teach 'em how to behave
Let's exploit 'em when they're deep in their grave
Now we got us a Slave


[Verse 2]
The rap game is now appearing so fake to me

It takes bravery to speak against this damn slavery
But I speak my mind faithfully
Might get killed exposing the truth, please somebody pray for me

And the truth is always needed
Told the Devil he can keep his contract, I don't need it
I'm not a Slave, I'm my own Master

I'm independent which puts me in a position to own Masters
My eyes wide open without a drop of Visine
I see I can be my own Jimmy Iovine

And I don't plan to get shot up or go to jail
For the sake of a damn record to sell, if I flop, Oh well!
Cause the music I make will stand the test of time

it's more to rhymes than just thinking of the freshest lines
No C. Delores Tuckers banning Hip Hop
Because substance left the music, things flip flopped


[Chorus]
Give 'em a whip and a chain, and we can own a Slave

Tell 'em what to write about, teach 'em how to behave
Let's exploit 'em when they're deep in their grave
Now we got us a Slave

A whip and a chain, and we can own a Slave
Tell 'em what to write about, teach 'em how to behave
Let's exploit 'em when they're deep in their grave

Now we got us a Slave

[Verse 3]

I've seen more chains on YouTube the past year
Go through more hands than currency to a cashier
I've seen more chains go on tour without the owner

The state of Hip Hop is definitely in a coma
People act like they don't see what I see though
Nickel bag rappers signed rhyming bout kilos

And these are supposed to be our heroes?
But no respect gets a fella Deebo'ed for jewelry and sneaks yo
America took our culture and used it against us

The more ignorant you appear, the less you're censored
They hated Chuck D. for repping for black men
Now thugs get played on ESPN

it's like the more you sell your soul, the more you get recognition
But y'all Slaves to me, look up the definition
This is nothing new, times move in repetition
can't understand what I'm saying? Give it a second listen


[Chorus]
Give 'em a whip and a chain, and we can own a Slave
Tell 'em what to write about, teach 'em how to behave
Let's exploit 'em when they're deep in their grave
Now we got us a Slave

A whip and a chain, and we can own a Slave
Tell 'em what to write about, teach 'em how to behave
Let's exploit 'em when they're deep in their grave
Now we got us a Slave