[featuring elements of change]
(hey, how are you guys fixing to pay?)
Verse one: (?)
Now check it, the topic of discussion
Is more than a financial profit
United snakes wonand't stop it
Blow for blow, the flow with the commentary gets
Seventy-six septillion tons a-spinninand'
[steady steppin into a new phase
New thoughts representing our slavery days]
The seeds of weeds and crops is much more than you figure
Yo if heand's a black man he must be a nigger
They make a gimmick i wouldnand't doubt
[a sucker selling out for the sake of a scream and shout]
Elements donand't grow with nonsense
Rather kick a little bit of science
[science about controlling actions of another
America was built on the sweat of black sisters and brothers]
Never allowed to breathe but allowed to bleed and breed
[stripped of our creed and religion surviving on intuition]
And what the master said give and'em
[and besides the black man is the original lord of the land]
So iand'm clenching my right hand
[brothers and sisters we must fight this slumlord]
Overlord of the concrete jungle but iand'm humble
As i witness my opponent crumble
Like the shack that i live in the house that i rent from him
[roach infested iand'm sure that the rats are nesting
The heat doesnand't work he still hasnand't checked it
Disrespected me for the last time
I loaded up the nine stepping double time
Bullseye]
Another point scored
Right between the eyes of my landlord
Verse two: defrost
They tell me to hold my peace but i just canand't
But iand'm defrost of the rap group of point blank
So me iand'm chilling at the table with my family
Hypothetically trying hard to keep my mind off the economy
Yeah i know the reason i find it hard to pass the test
Call me a victim cause iand'm another brother jobless
Every day it seems like iand'm moving closer to the streets
Pgande repoand'ed the lights and my fucking heat
The situationand's getting hard for me to handle
Had to trade my nikeand's to the store to buy some candles
Last to first and iand'm a-hunted and a hoe i know
The man is going to come and throw me in the cold
Tears in my eye as iand'm thinking of place to stay
While iand'm staring at the freebie cheese up in my plate
I heard a bang bang bang knocking at my door
I looked up it was my motherfucking landlord, let him in quick
Followed by the sheriff deputy trying to come in
Every po on my property, staring me down
Mugging hard up in my familyand's face
While theyand're sitting at the table trying to say grace
But before i make this one my last meal
Any moves, yeah iand'm looking for the damn kill
I said it twice in case he didnand't hear me though
Sucker made a move evidently when he hit the floor
So now iand'm in cuffs for the crimes iand've committed
Maybe iand'll go to jail, heh, or maybe iand'll get acquitted
But the fact still stands i killed my landlord dead
Now iand've got three meals and a roof over my head
Verse three: boots
Cash is made in lump sums as street bums eat crumbs
So i defeat scum as i beat drums
Rum-tiddy-tum like the little drummer boy song
Here comes the landlord at the door, ding dong
Is it wrong that my momma sticks a fat-ass thong
Up his anal cavity cause he causes gravity to my family
Says we gotta pay a fee so we can stay and eat
In a house with light and heat
The bastard could get beat, stole the land from chief littlefeet
House is built on deceit, got no rent receipt
So iand'm living in the street and iand'm down now
Donand't you know to not fuck with the mau mau?
Notice of eviction, four knuckle dental affliction
Friction, oh did i mention
Youand'll be finger licking as i handicap your diction
And you say youand're not a criminal like tricky dick nixon?
While weand're fixing to impose rent control
We didnand't vote on it, this land wasnand't bought or sold
It was stole by your great granddaddyand's ganking
Osagyefo said they call it primitive accumulation
Plantations, tv stations wealth is very stationary
I learned the game and i became a revolutionary
Scaring the corporate asses cause the masses are a loaded gun
Killing the world banking and international monetary fund
Iand'm done, weand're done with what youand've done
For twenty-five score weand've got a battle cry
Kill my, kill my, kill my, kill my
Kill my, kill my, kill my, kill my landlord
Verse four: e-roc
I need six hundred dollars by the end of the week
My body is cold, dirty socks on my feet
Not a black sheep, but whoand's the creep
Trying to put me on the street while iand'm trying to sleep?
I wanna kill my landlord, murder in the first degree
If thereand's something wrong he wants to blame me
Wants to be a threat so he carries a gun
Well i pack a mag cause i canand't trust 911
Son of a gun, iand'm the one who cuts the grass
Wash the windows and he still wants me to kiss his ass
But i laugh cause americaand's not my home
My landlord took me away from where i belong
But itand's a sad song so i face reality now
Pick up the phone and now here comes the mau mau
To the rescue, down with the coup
Yo landlord, iand've got a little message for you
Iand'm going cuckoo, fuck a machete or sword
E-roc is on a mission to kill my landlord
