Skip to content

Slave Owner

Kool Keith
Popularity ยท Low
๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง English ยท Original

YouTube

Searching YouTube...

Lyrics

Whatever they do, we still own 'em Whatever they do, we still own 'em Whatever they do, we still own 'em Whatever they do A lot of throwback rappers, they mad Lookin' weary like Bishop Michael Kerry Many get hate steady Black wiggers sellin' out for the fame and glitter Watch 'em when the Ebola germ make 'em sicker They think millions gon' cure 'em as a plastic action figure A black grease monkey in a Master Tom kitchen The sellouts more doo-doo brown than chocolate kisses Type of peons to pick cotton at the awards for just attention They poisonous snakes with venom They all takin' steroids with tight dinner Promoter bookin' these untalented feces These extinct species think they winnin' Depressed 'cause they recording history was like a sour lemon I can't stand these mediocre pests Like somebody rapin' kids and a woman People spittin' like a bag lady Shoppin' cart pullin' stuff in fetches On a white horse, poppin' wheelies Blind men concealin' the truth for the free No matter how much they got, they gon' spend millions on bein' evil Cryin' in a wheelchair for much medical fees The glamour make you take a sick leave The beats got you hyped up like a celebrity with sunscreen We own 'em I'm gonna always come around on my white Horse and look down on these rappers That come in my yard When I put the white horse up on theโ€”his bridle When I pull up on his bridle And y'all come in the rivals through the airport Y'all still in my plantation You eat what I give you You eat what I give you We the Ku Klux Klan Comin' down to your house with white sheets and Jeeps Grabbin' rappers out the bed while they sleep Watch them boys work on the farm for trim meat And load trucks with ground beef Sell orders, collect your receipts Don't walk around mad spittin' out pumpkin seeds You earn your keep And one day you'll be like me and God blind peeps from the Sikhs West to East, Oprah watch crop increase Many small as a dime a tap under my feet Boy, tall as you are, you should be dunkin' over six feet But you lazy lemonade, preach sweet I shine lights in the arena so people can see Star Wars next generation in the fleet Darth Vader in the streets with the black fleece Let Jumpman jump with new sneaks Billboard speakers spot who heat seek Whatever they do, we still own 'em Whatever they do, we still own 'em Whatever they do, we still own 'em Whatever they do