[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