Представляем точный текст композиции "Slave Master" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Del The Funky Homosapien . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Slave Master» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Del The Funky Homosapien передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Del The Funky Homosapien - "Slave Master"
Lyrics to Slave Master : Let me tell you a little story about the slave master. Use a whip on your ass so you behave faster. You got chains on your neck, and the Mans respect. Youll work all damn day, but you will never see a check In the field. Cotton you yield. Your skin peels off your back From the crack of the whip. It wont heal. Ya wish you had a shield cause he wields iron, So when you act up, he smokes ya and keeps firing. And its tiring. Forget about recreation. One wrong move and its death youre facing. White motha fuckaz got the ball and chain On your leg, and in the form of religion on your brain. They say, "You the devil." You say, "Who the devil'!'!" Some of us was house niggers. Some of us was rebels. Some tried to get along the best they could. And didnt nobody use the phrase, "Its all good!" Would you' They got you living like a shrew. They throw you pig lips and chicken gizzards. Then you make a stew. They give us a white Jesus to appease us. We talk among ourselves and hope nobody sees us. They had our brothers beating us. Called us createns plus monkeys. They just junkies mistreating us. The master said, "If you dont whip em, youre dead!" It was fucking with his head, but he beat us instead. And we bled. Red blood flowing like a flood. Then hed rape your mother. Stick her face in the mud. They were ruthless! If you tried to front, youd be toothless. Some tried to run even though it seemed useless. Virginity was torn. Soon babies was born that was half white. And now his skin is kind of light. You think youre special, because they let you Oversee the carnage' But I bet you Will get hung, even if you stick out your tounge. Cause they pull out the shank and stick it right through youre lung. Now its 96 and white people say, "Forget it. Its all in the past." And some even regret it. Cause they think well set it. Now my missions to get federal So I can raise a black family with a true devils And you know how that goes. [Chorus x2] The slave master watching over you, Always trying to tell you what the fuck to do! The slave master watching over you, But aint 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. Dont get too raunchy. They want you to behave. You get signed. Youre 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 youll never see that, not without promotion. The labelll just throw your shit out, and got it floatin. You think your shit is potent, but aint nobody buying it. If they aint never heard of it, aint nobody trying it. If they aint 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 youd make a hit cause of who you were affiliated with, and all that bullshit. Frustrations. All these rules and regulations Just so you can have your shit heard by the nation. And be patient. Cause by the time they find a lead release, your shit is ancient. You think theyre working your album' Youre mistaken. And if you flop, you get dropped. Cause you aint the star. You didnt 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, Youll 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 dont have a record thats the main attraction. Even if you sell a million, youll get burned Cause they keep half your cash just in case of returns. For a while, you wonder why rappers dont smile. cause to them, youre not an artist. Youre just another file. Another nigger used to make another buck. They dont give a fuck. And if your shit dont blow up, tough. But the star gets both promotion and devotion From the whole fucking staff. At you, they laugh. The star probably dont know that he the house nigger. Thinking he bigger cause hes 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 its released. They take you to a restarant for a feast, And then expect you to pck up the check' Thats 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 dont get offended. [Chorus x2] The slave master watching over you, Always trying to tell you what the fuck to do. The slave master watching over you, But aint nothing gonna stop me and my crew. Hieroglyphics [ Slave Master Lyrics ]
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