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 the—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