(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