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(Hey, how are you guys fixing to pay?)
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Verse One: (?)
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Now check it, the topic of discussion
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Is more than a financial profit
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United Snakes won't stop it
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Blow for blow, the flow with the commentary gets
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Seventy-six septillion tons a-spinnin'
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[Steady steppin into a new phase
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New thoughts representing our slavery days]
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The seeds of weeds and crops is much more than you figure
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Yo if he's a black man he must be a nigger
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They make a gimmick I wouldn't doubt
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[A sucker selling out for the sake of a scream and shout]
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Elements don't grow with nonsense
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Rather kick a little bit of science
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[Science about controlling actions of another
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America was built on the sweat of black sisters and brothers]
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Never allowed to breathe but allowed to bleed and breed
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[Stripped of our creed and religion surviving on intuition]
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And what the master said give 'em
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[And besides the black man is the original lord of the land]
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So I'm clenching my right hand
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[Brothers and sisters we must fight this slumlord]
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Overlord of the concrete jungle but I'm humble
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As I witness my opponent crumble
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Like the shack that I live in the house that I rent from him
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[Roach infested I'm sure that the rats are nesting
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The heat doesn't work he still hasn't checked it
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Disrespected me for the last time
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I loaded up the nine stepping double time
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Bullseye]
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Another point scored
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Right between the eyes of my landlord
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Verse Two: Defrost
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They tell me to hold my peace but I just can't
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But I'm Defrost of the rap group of Point Blank
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So me I'm chilling at the table with my family
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Hypothetically trying hard to keep my mind off the economy
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Yeah I know the reason I find it hard to pass the test
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Call me a victim cause I'm another brother jobless
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Every day it seems like I'm moving closer to the streets
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PG&E repo'ed the lights and my fucking heat
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The situation's getting hard for me to handle
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Had to trade my Nike's to the store to buy some candles
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Last to first and I'm a-hunted and a hoe I know
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The man is going to come and throw me in the cold
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Tears in my eye as I'm thinking of place to stay
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While I'm staring at the freebie cheese up in my plate
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I heard a bang bang bang knocking at my door
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I looked up it was my motherfucking landlord, let him in quick
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Followed by the sheriff deputy trying to come in
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Every po on my property, staring me down
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Mugging hard up in my family's face
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While they're sitting at the table trying to say grace
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But before I make this one my last meal
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Any moves, yeah I'm looking for the damn kill
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I said it twice in case he didn't hear me though
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Sucker made a move evidently when he hit the floor
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So now I'm in cuffs for the crimes I've committed
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Maybe I'll go to jail, heh, or maybe I'll get acquitted
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But the fact still stands I killed my landlord dead
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Now I've got three meals and a roof over my head
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Verse Three: Boots
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Cash is made in lump sums as street bums eat crumbs
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So I defeat scum as I beat drums
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Rum-tiddy-tum like the little drummer boy song
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Here comes the landlord at the door, ding dong
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Is it wrong that my momma sticks a fat-ass thong
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Up his anal cavity cause he causes gravity to my family
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Says we gotta pay a fee so we can stay and eat
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In a house with light and heat
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The bastard could get beat, stole the land from Chief Littlefeet
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House is built on deceit, got no rent receipt
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So I'm living in the street and I'm down now
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Don't you know to not fuck with the Mau Mau?
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Notice of eviction, four knuckle dental affliction
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Friction, oh did I mention
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You'll be finger licking as I handicap your diction
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And you say you're not a criminal like Tricky Dick Nixon?
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While we're fixing to impose rent control
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We didn't vote on it, this land wasn't bought or sold
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It was stole by your great granddaddy's ganking
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Osagyefo said they call it primitive accumulation
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Plantations, TV stations wealth is very stationary
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I learned the game and I became a revolutionary
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Scaring the corporate asses cause the masses are a loaded gun
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Killing the world banking and international monetary fund
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I'm done, we're d |