歌词
Tell me what's up, tell me how to run it, down
The tricks of the shade got you merry-going round
Rich moving in got the poor moving out
The property values dropping, so they can't afford their house
Might I say my, my how time flies right by
Punks talking junk trying to feed me apple pie
17 to Mount Vernon, not a lot of earning
Built some fly new apartments and the tabletops turning
Like a journey man yearning
To make that quick buck
Scams running friends, Ay yo kid, 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've had enough of rich motherfuckers taking from my brothers
Imma quick to pick an upper
My brothers moving out, yo, we gotta Make room
For the white man
Damn yo, I think I smell a scam
Learning the tricks to 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 you get 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
Offer gun for gold but behold a real plan
Using shady treaties trading trickies for land
They should've scalped his ass before he even touched sand
Everything was grand until 1609
Thats's when the swine-E swimmers started freezing and starving
But who did 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 fucking years here's a payback
To the tricks of the trade, devil's tryna get paid
Can't relight, might, get high on a type of Gatorade
Bush pulls on the strings says a trickle is a thing
But it ain't trickled down around my pocket to the wang
See it's money for the wealthy, healthcare for the healthy
Whoever buys the pants but ya can't but the belt
See it's time to act up
Rup-a-bum-bum-bum
'Cause I'm poor fallin' down while the bills risin' up
And ya get just enough from the great wealthy cup
To keep 'em bustin' heads and make it scam pucker up
Just enough green backs to quite ever reach 
It's a Gundam, patches, leaks and ignores all the losers
Typical, plug your ears 'cause I'm ready to wreck ya
I got a fifth in my car and we'll drop ya at the next stop
I pumped out, a pig and moved her to the next stop
'Cause I spit on the fly, cause it's not always the best
Proper flock in the mines, of Indians and others
There's 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
