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​Kill My Landlord

This song is by The Coup and appears on the album Kill My Landlord (1993).

(Hey, how are you guys fixing to pay?)

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

The situation, hard for me to handle

I heard a bang, bang, bang at my door

While they sitting at the table, trying to say grace

Now I got three meals and a roof over my head

Cash is made in lump sums

Don't you know not to fuck with the mao mao

We didn't vote on it, this land was bought and sold

I learned the game and I became a revolutionary

I need $600 by the end of the week

I want to kill my landlord, murder in the first degree

And I laugh 'cause America is not my home

Landlord, I got a little message for you