Kill My Landlord Lyrics

Kill My Landlord lyrics

[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 won't stop it
Blow for blow, the
flow with the commentary gets
Seventy-six septillion tons
a-spinnin'
[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 he's a black man he must be a nigger
They make a gimmick I wouldn't
doubt
[A sucker selling out for the sake of a scream and shout]
Elements
don'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 'em
[And besides the black man is the original
lord of the land]
So I'm clenching my right hand
[Brothers and sisters we
must fight this slumlord]
Overlord of the concrete jungle but I'm
humble
As I witness my opponent crumble
Like the shack that I live in the
house that I rent from him
[Roach infested I'm sure that the rats are
nesting
The heat doesn't work he still hasn'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
can't
But I'm Defrost of the rap group of Point Blank
So me I'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 I'm another brother jobless
Every day it seems like I'm
moving closer to the streets
PG&E repo'ed the lights and my fucking
heat
The situation's getting hard for me to handle
Had to trade my Nike's
to the store to buy some candles
Last to first and I'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
I'm thinking of place to stay
While I'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 family's face
While they're sitting at the table trying to say
grace
But before I make this one my last meal
Any moves, yeah I'm looking
for the damn kill
I said it twice in case he didn't hear me though
Sucker
made a move evidently when he hit the floor
So now I'm in cuffs for the
crimes I've committed
Maybe I'll go to jail, heh, or maybe I'll get
acquitted
But the fact still stands I killed my landlord dead
Now I'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 I'm living in the street and I'm down
now
Don't you know to not fuck with the Mau Mau?
Notice of eviction, four
knuckle dental affliction
Friction, oh did I mention
You'll be finger
licking as I handicap your diction
And you say you're not a criminal like
Tricky Dick Nixon?
While we're fixing to impose rent control
We didn't
vote on it, this land wasn't bought or sold
It was stole by your great
granddaddy'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
I'm done, we're done with what you've done
For twenty-five score
we'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 who's the creep
Trying to put me on the
street while I'm trying to sleep?
I wanna kill my landlord, murder in the
first degree
If there'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 can't trust
911
Son of a gun, I'm the one who cuts the grass
Wash the windows and he
still wants me to kiss his ass
But I laugh cause America's not my home
My
landlord took me away from where I belong
But it'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, I've got a little message for
you
I'm going cuckoo, fuck a machete or sword
E-Roc is on a mission to
kill my landlord