[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 want to 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