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Kill My Landlord

The Coup

Kill My Landlord

1993

my, kill my, kill my, kill my landlord

I need six hundred dollars by the end of the week
My body is cold, dirty socks on my feet
Not a black sheep,

I am saying this because we must be saved
The Lord is powerful and he will smoke the sinners and send them to everlasting hell
If you do not live

No tattletales
Try to get them in trouble
You'll be in trouble yourself
That's what they told me
My cousin was groping below my belt
Had me sucking

My Life

Wet Boys

Get Wet

1999

son because my son is all I got
And there's a very reason why the brothers slang rocks
My mutha wants to know why our son sells crack
I tell her (?)

Yeah
I thought told you that I'm my mama only son
So if you bag me then that's a hole in one
I pray to God that I'm the chosen one, one
See me when I

to surf 
No drip on my feet, I was walking on dirt
Now I’m fly like an eagle, like I’m Jalen Hurts

My sleeve got a ruger, can’t tell when I murk
You can

killers
They don’t even do it carefully
12 Is like birth control now
Don’t even get a vasectomy
Leave a stain where my feet should be
Put my name on they

My 19th Birthday

Dave

Game Over

2017

my mum won't smile because her son's on trial
We got different types of problems
What do you know about livin' in a shadow
Where every single thing

Yo Yo uh Yo

This is park bench prophecy
This is my philosophy
The illest tales realest lives all come out of poverty
With no remorse
And we offer no

and talk from my heart
in ma hood some people tell you say school over hard
some people sell dope for cash
money comes with a homicide
mama your son is dead

them to come by like?
Mmm...
Counting down the days like
It's the holidays, holidays
Black Joy on my face
It's the holidays, holidays
Thankful for

Ay, is this thing on?
One-two, check
I'm still living by the same code
If you ain't know, you can ask around
The Son of David's saving
And He ain't

Say, we in the streets and
We grippin' on heat
You got beef then we fryin' your burger
My shoes on my feet and my words and my balls
Is all I got, fuck

me T
You gotta get sober, be a Rapper Entrepreneur, you the only son that's left
I lost my twin and now i got two faces One two faced with no patience

with me
Got it live on the mic on tenth street
Man I just stay in my lane
Don’t got no seven story house, but still find room to complain
We may have

the Craft that
I bestowed
By the lord of Host
Never scrap that

cnd the love that he always shows
to this many folks that live like this life is null
I

Ion want no beef
By you bitches tryna compete
Whenever I'm hungry
In the studio, I eats
Look at my neck, look at my wrist Dripping so hard, these

am or leave am
Praise is beyond feelings
No try feel am
Flesh! Kill am!
Live by the Spirit
My guy, no try force am
Your cup! Bring am!
Even if na

Yeah
Life's a box chocolates, never know what you gonna get
Run Forrest run's on my feet, hoppin out the whip
Trying to escape the city, today ima

could never succeed
And that's how we live every day, you know what I'm saying man
But you know some people just can't
Put their feet in somebody else's

up
Ok wait nah hold up
I had to crawl before I ball
Six feet tall but I felt so small
Ain't have shit so I wanted it all
Yeah, and since my momma's

geyser is ready to blow
Maintaining my grounding by planting my feet
Now I'm breathing this fire that the elders did teach
Got me flying around a new

one and all!" the Uhlan Captain said.
"Behold! Some hand has fired a shot. My trumpeter is dead.
Now shall they Prussian vengeance know; now shall

my ear
To be friends
Still don't know where she live
But she got keys to my crib
Guess it's funny how I got
Into this sticky situation
I keep privately