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Tell me what's up or tell me how to run it down
The tricks of the shade got your merry goin' round
Rich movin' in, got the poor movin' out
The property values jumpin', so they can't afford their house
Ma, I say mama, how time flies right by
Punks talkin' junk, try to feed me apple pie
17Th and Mt. Vernon, not a lot of earnin'
Build some fly new apartments and the table tops turnin'
Like a journeyman yearnin' to make that quick buck
Scams run in flames, hey yo, yo, kid, yeah, you better duck
They move into your neighborhood, now all of a sudden
It's good enough, so let the good get rough
And tougher, I had enough of rich motherfuckers
Takin' from my brothers, I'm a quicker picker upper
My brother's movin' out, yo, we gotta make room
For the white man, damn, yo, I think I smell a scam
Learnin' the tricks of the shade, the trades of the trickiest
The stickiest motherfucker in the history of hypocrites
Columbus destroyed more Indians than Hitler killed Jews
But on his birthday, he gets sales on shoes
And this is all old news, but I'm afraid you can't find it
You snooze, you lose, so I choose to rewind it
Offered guns for gold, but behold the real plan
Using shady treaties, tradin' trinkets for land
They should've scalped his ass before he even touched sand
Everything was grand until 1609
That's when the swiney swillies started freezin' and starvin'
But who do they turn to when the times get hard and
I beg your pardon, punk, but that shit's shady
You want relief from the chief after you rape his lady?
But maybe your time's up, 'cause here comes the Swayzack
After 500 fuckin' years, here's a payback
Taught the tricks of the shade, everyone's tryin' to get paid
Can't be like Mike, gettin' hype with a type of Gatorade
Bush pulls on the strings, says a trickle is a thing
But it ain't trickled down and 'round my pockets it don't ring
Sing it's money for the wealthy, healthcare for the healthy
Welfare buys the pants but you can't buy the belt
See, it's time to act up, rra-pa-pap-pap
'Cause the poor fallin' down while the crowd's risin' up
And you get just enough from the great welfare cup
To keep from bustin' heads and make a scamper go up
Just enough greenbacks, the quiet revolution
A government patches leaks and ignores the solution
Tipper Gore, plug your ears, 'cause I'm ready to wreck
I've got a fifth in my car and we'll drop you at the next stop
Bunked out, a pig, and I moved on to the next cop
'Cause I spit on the flag, 'cause it's not always the best prop
It flopped in the minds of Indians and others
It was the oppressor, the murderer, the betrayer of brothers
Men never die for flags, they die for politicians
The shadiest breeds of the mental magicians