Kill My Landlord

*sounds of smoking, coughing, and choking*
"do you know what's green?"

*dj pam cuts and scratches cypress hill "puffin on a blunt"*

[boots]
Last night i puffed on my last blunt, damn that was a stupid stunt
Cause i done said this ten times befo'
That when my life has come to a crescendo, i would let that indo go
But i'm still kissin it like i'm under the mistletoe
So here we go i'm mork'in with the steady swagger
Speakin with a stunt, steady stagger preachin with a southern drawl
That sounds like jimmy swaggart coughed and played it off
Said i know i'm flippin since the last one g my laces are tied
So you can't trip with me, i remember 1988 december
Someone said, "puff on this before you go up in her"
So i did it and i guess it must have did the trick
She enjoyed it so i guess i must have rocked the clit
Felt like a man and i loved her with an indo trip
Don't know why, cause i couldn't even feel my dick
Ego trip lasted and i'm always gettin blasted but it's drastic
Cause sometimes that shit can help you get your ass kicked
Can't buy it with plastic so i'm off to drain the vein for days
I get complaints, cause the neighbors say my house stink
Call myself a saint, cause i won't touch a bowl of food
I gives a fuck, just don't interrupt my looney tunes
This afternoon cause i can find a job anytime
Step off my behind i'm in a doobie brothers state of mind
Run-d.m.c., at&t, yo they both be illin'
I smoked that blunt for last month's three hundred dollar billin
And i'm willing to admit that when provoked i smoke to cope
But if i didn't take a toke i'd be leadin a street revolt
So i make a mental note, and to my frustration
I decide i can't do shit about the situation
Put the spliff to my lips, flick the bic and it's on hit
Coulda been my last blunt... but i can't quit
Cause then i have to deal with, some motherfuckin real shit
Squeezin me tighter than you gotta squeeze a cow's tit
But on the flip tip i know i gotta get a grip
Even though in high school he used to be hip

*coughing*

But shit i'm hockin spit like i thought it was worth somethin
My throat can't take no more, no future in my frontin
But it's rough when you grow up and the tough men roll joints
That's why i been on the bench for marijuana to this point
But it don't faze me though i take it lacadaisical
It takes a while for ways to grow and get out of the old flow
But i'm an old bro, i done passed two decades
I'm wearin shades so my eyes don't reveal the red haze
Caused by my yung, cause days like frankie beverly
Amazin em back it's tried again, no roaches and no safety pins
Now i'm pennin rhymes about gettin on the wagon
And i get skittish when i think of how the british
Put the opium in asia, fat one to that tactic
Gankin black folks while they daze ya, if you're gettin perved
You're gettin served this economic, like the gin and tonic
Brothers get moronic from the chronic bionic, and it's ironic
Cause we're not gettin fucked up, we're just gettin fucked
Shit out of luck and we're stuck with our mind in a muck
So don't duck the situation cause i used to smoke fat taylors
Til i figured out that the ganjah was a jailor
Wait a, minute, while i get up in a funky situation
The coup is coming through, and there's no hallucination
So what the fuck they say that junk is good for meditation
If you smoke a sack, take some ex-lax it's mental constipation
There's no hesitation when i'm talkin bout political friction
Stoppin evictions
Government made afflictions and i have an addiction
That's a big contradiction so i must confront it
Cause ain't no revolution gonna come from a blunt

*singers sing "put the blunt down, oooh-ooh!" 2x*

My partner's cousin's uncle got killed by a shooter
I'm depressed so there's a rumor boots is gonna hit the buddah
Mary jane will be alone tonight the only type of hit in sight
Comes from pam the funkstress, give it to her

*dj pam cuts and scratches "blunt"*

<ring>
B: hello
D: yes, i would like to speak to boots from the rap group the coop.
B: it's the coup, and this is boots. speak
D: well my name is dick doolittle and i'm a reporter from grime magazine
And we would like to comment on the tragic riots--
B: not a riot, it's a rebellion
D: well the tragic rebellion?
B: man, tragic for who?
D: well there's havoc in the streets, the police have lost control over the
People, criminals are running free from jail, and people are actually
Taking property from big businesses, it's full of complete chaos
B: that's not chaos, that's progress
D: mm-hmm, ok, is that your comment?
B: no, this is it
<click>

[boots]
Check it out, it's the motherfucking c-o-u
To the p now you're fucking with the real dudes
Who will meet you with a fleet of brothers in the street
Getting drunk off liberation fuck the hennessey
Cause you calmly kept us down for far too long
Now you're going up in smoke like cheech and chong
And the song "i ain't the nigga" is the constitution
Niggers die but africans make revolution
So what happens when a people do not get their dues
Well it's tried there's a riot so flip on the news
And let's go reach the 98th here in oaktown
But let's just say for story's sake that it's in your town
A hundred brothers taking factories, warren's law is gutters
And now they're handing out free chicken and free peanut butter
Free food to the people, how it should be
But now let's go a few blocks over to 7-3
Channel 2 says at the mall twelve cops got shot
Cause there's eight hundred sisters taking over eastmont
With nines and ak's doing the right think like spike lee
And now their babies got free pampers and free nikes
Up at the schoolhouse they said motherfuck a hall pass
Until you teach the truth, check it we ain't going to class
You're teaching lies, we got wise, now we realize
There's no end to this road, you disguised the prize
So peep game for real mental penetration
Our education's liberation

Things ain't gon' never be the same x2

At 6-9 there's a rally and it's swinging
Through the crowd with a thousand voices singing
Once upon a time in the projects, yo
Motherfuckers took over, and now we running the show
We don't give a damn about section eight though
For what we really need we're gonna have to take mo'
The same thing was heard in the a courts
In kendall village, across the bay in fillmore
And in the hills where all the rich folks live
They're in shock we're not failing to vote and build
Instead of brothers on stage singing "do me"
A black man has a gauge singing "do this, see?"
All of a sudden everybody is out of jail
But it's funny cause no one is out on bail
And somebody shoved some police against the wall
I guess today they should've worn their clean drawers
Cause an ambulance came, that's the reality
There's now a new meaning to police brutality

All we need is satisfaction
We don't want just a fraction
And we've come to
A conclusion
Revolution is the solution

Check it
Now the uzi's that were once used to kill each other
Are now used to serve and protect the brothers
And the sisters cause they're packing .45's and nines
We're down for revolution not just down for their behinds
Cause the word is heard across the bay and in l.a.
In new york, ny, chicago, and atlanta, g-a
We gives a fuck if you've got money and the millions
Cause motherfucker we've got posse in the billions
So break yourself bush, it's collection day
Break yourself trump, it's collection day
Break yourself dupont, it's collection day
You stole the shit from my great granddaddy anyway
The liquor stores around, but they're not selling beer or ale
Motherfuckers selling molotov cocktails
To the crew, so light up a brew
And this is what is meant by a god damned coup

Dj o on the cut y'all

Ah yes, k-mack's on the strings y'all

[boots] e, look man look
[e-roc] yeah wassup man
[b] it's that cop man, the one that sent my potna to the hospital
Hey pull over, come on
[e] coup let's with this hamhock motherfucker, there we go
[b] hey pig, yeah, remember me?

Verse one: boots

I know you motherfucker, know where you live
You're the cop that knocked in my partner greg wiggins' ribs
And it wasn't in a trip cause he's not a dealer or a pimp
But now he walks with a permanent limp
And pig you make my gut crimp cause my whole family got knocked
Walcy hawkins and her son's up in double-rock
And it don't stop to the funky beat
Till my people get together and kick you pigs off the street
I grit my teeth why can't i be like rodney with a camcorder?
Seems we need one every time you get a court order
Or pull me over in order to check identification
I'm in the back of your car with a bruise or laceration
You're in the hood and it's one more disaster
We know you're here to protect and serve the master
Next time you roll through push the gas a little faster
I'll turn your blue suit purple, bastard
Cause

Chorus x2
I know you motherfucker
(everywhere i turn)
I know you motherfucker
(everywhere i turn)
I know you motherfucker
(everywhere i turn i'm assuming the position)

Verse two: e-roc

I know you motherfucker, footprints in my door
On my back, on my head, through my house and once more
You called my mother a hoe, you threw my brother in a headlock
You did this to about six thousands on the block
Say you try to stop the rock so it makes me perspire
Hmm...but you work with a supplier
So i inquire what's your role in my elimination?
Ain't got a choir so it sure ain't one of salvation
But if i sung you a song it'd be of damnation
Cause all they do is let me sing in this damn nation
Hey hey hey, hey hey hey, how many kids have you killed today?
Pig, now i realize our relation
Your occupation is to keep me in occupation
How many brothers have you left in a cast?
How many graves have you made in the past?
Useless! not my task to even ask
But you'd better cease before i put a cap in your ass
Cause i know you

Chorus x2

(now let me tell ya'll this little little story
This little piggy once came to oaktown
See, cause this little piggy had a gun
This little piggy's gun was smoking
Cause this little piggy shot my son
This little piggy went wee wee wee all the way to hell!
Cause we stomped a mudhole in his ass, ha ha ha

Verse three: boots

I know you motherfucker, my face prints in your knuckles
Hit my head back to the rear and i can hear my knees buckle
And you chuckle...as the blow blurred my vision
You make a game trying to tame me for colonialism
The stars and bars are all you need to make a perfect prison
No chains or fences here so you can make me think i've risen
I'm given rations on the first and fifteenth
Just so i won't be out organizing in the street
And so i'm beaten in the court with charges trumped, see
My eyes is swollen and my nose looks like humpty's
But i'm not laughing cause i'll take a bath in this one
The judge is looking at me like he wants to have me hung
I never swung, i got the dung kicked out my ass
Like o.p.d. was using me for beat the nigger class

(step one, put the handcuffs on
Step two, say something like "nigger you'll never learn"
Step three, throw 'em on the ground
Step four, kick 'em of course)

But there's an error in your reign of terror and the end is near
We ain't non-violent no more so get your riot gear
Stand in fear and guard your rear as we gather round
And fuck you up so much, they'll have to fuck you down
Assuming the position that you'll have to wear a bullet-proof vest
On your vest, i suggest you change your address
Cause we know you

(x2)

We know you motherfucker
(everywhere i turn)
We know you motherfucker
(everywhere i turn)
We know you motherfucker
(everywhere i turn i'm assuming the position)

Brothers on the block making bankroll
The billion dollar dream is the dream for the cash flow
Little do they know they're a little or a big hoe
But they have a car they can side at the sideshow
I'm the type of brother that'll tell another "hell no"
To the seller struck hiking rocks in a hellhole
Whether you can slide you can glide in your hoo-ride
But you're gonna drown in the high tide of genocide
Brothers give my five but it's live jive
Can't understand with their hands in a beehive
I'mma take a risk on the dis take a big dive
Just to make it rhyme on time i'll say "overdrive"
Missed 'em i'm not with them but they're victims
Cause they're just a part not the start of the system
No hocus pocus that's the focuse of the song
Hope that you can learn this and one day sing along
A clearly cut case co-opted by the coup
An expos?of foul play against me and you
Sing it

It's funky, it's funky, it's funky, it's a funky situation (x4)
(still don't nothing move but the money)
(man boots what you talking about?)

Explicit and implicit are the exploits
I'm speaking of the society that's living off me
No jumps and coast to coasting in a detroit
No i am a factor that they don't need
Cause labels are stable in this big world
Talking 'bout sex, you're a boy or a girl
Talking 'bout a kind you're a jerk or the jerker
Talking economics you're the boss or the worker
Right about now i'm gonna change the flow
Going straight up like my new wave afro
I say it and they play it
Do you hear me though you're guessing there's a lesson
But teach me, i want to know
Conjunction junction what's my function?
Connected with the genocidal pace of a race reduction
Funny there's no money for my people's production
The coup is not through cause we've got some gumption
A victim in a system about cold cash
If you don't make it then they treat you like trash
Dispose of you tonight if not in the morning
This is not a prophecy, this is just a warning
A clearly cut case co-opted by the coup
An expos?of foul play against me and you
Sing it

It's funky, it's funky, it's funky, it's a funky situation (x4)
Hey hold up we're about to let the dj scratch here
(well let him scratch then)

...

At times i find my mind can think fast
Like when a pig has a trigger saying nigger that's your ass
Thoughts of a slave master rise from the past
The past is the present cause i still feel the lash
It's against the law just to be black
Cause the war on drugs is just thugs on the attack
The c is not the source of course so just get back
Why try a lot, i doubt it's just about crack
Brothers on the block making bankroll
Maybe could the dream be the dream of an overthrow?
If so no mo' we'll play the big toe
In a shoe that's cramped so break a brother's sole
Slip and stuck slowly to the same game
Several hundred years we have been in a chain gang
Let our shackles only add on to a migraine
Old fame, thoughts of pain slowly drive me insane
But then i started rapping for the coup
A lot of rappers out there just looking for the pay-off
Listen to the message that the boots brings to you
The coup is just a group to bring order out of chaos
People pick problems out and isolate
Misguiding many to think it's a mistake
Well i'm the boots and i'm here to set 'em straight
My information leads me to think there's foul play
A clearly cut case co-opted by the coup
An expos?of foul play against me and you
Sing it

It's funky, it's funky, it's funky, it's a funky situation (x3)

(big bird)
Now i shall tell a story that's filled with words
That start with the letter n

(dj pam cuts up "fly lyrics from the bank of reality" --> flavor flav)

[boots]
Step into the world of a nigger, figure
To stay a little while so pack your bag up bigger
First of all just let me introduce you seduce you
Into a frame of mind that's easy to get used to
Nigger hasn't always meant a man with melanin
It used to be a piece of wood that sat on the cotton gin
Masta put it there and it wouldn't move, smooth
So what does it mean, to be a nigger with an attitude?
You tell me that a nigger's crazy or lazy
Not about the skin so, don't let it faze me
Well you amaze me, with that ignorant bizull-shizzit
Get a grip on the new fit
Cause that's a lame frame of brain for the nineties
I know the game so it don't sting, my mind sees
So what the fuck you wanna race for the trigger
I ain't the one, i ain't the nigga

"if i'm a slave, i'm a slave to the rhythm" --> big daddy kane
"you know that i ain't the nigga" --> ice cube
(repeat 4x)

(dj pam cuts up "niggers, love everything but themselves" --> last poets)

[e-roc]
Nigger is a word we use today, you say
It don't mean the same if you spell it with an a
But that's an argument that makes me itch, i twitch
If i took the t out will i still mean bitch?
My name is e-roc, and i ain't the nigger main
Save your sellout strut shit for soul train
Cause i've been known, to knock a motherfucker out
Without a doubt, the coup gives me much clout
But there's a factor when i know that my skin is brown
And never ever will i put another brother down (gawwwd damn)
So i make the mental rule to massacre the word
Cause when i hear it, it gets, me straight stirred
It's mental trash so i'm pickin up the litter
I ain't the one and i ain't, the nigger
My people use this word each and every day
You see a nigger, slap a nigger, that's what i say

"if i'm a slave, i'm a slave to the rhythm" --> big daddy kane
"you know that i ain't the nigga" --> ice cube
(repeat 4x)

(dj pam cuts up "niggers, love everything but themselves" --> last poets)

"boy i love playing the drums, i can do the grooviest rhythms
I can do rhythms like.."

[boots]
My attitude is this (what?) don't call yourself a niggerole (why?)
Unless you're just an oakie-doke it'll make you sicker though
Cause it's all about a mind-time mind-frame
The system is a chess game with, pawns all the same (haa haa)
Until we change our mind to ?
Identify yourself, it's a part of being concious (yeah)
If i call myself a gangster then i'll rob you with a gat (yeah)
If i call myself a brother then you know i got your back (yeah)
If i call myself oppressed then i'm clear on where i'm at
But if i call myself a nigger what the fuck is that? (yeah, you know)
Don't be the coolie or the moolie or a boob with the jigger
Don't be the one... don't be the nigga

"if i'm a slave, i'm a slave to the rhythm" --> big daddy kane
"you know that i ain't the nigga" --> ice cube
(repeat 4x)

[boots]
Ahhhhhhh yesss, ah-heh
Tell me somethin
Were you, about to make a decision?
Was it, one of... those decisions?
Ya know, when ya, gotta decide, between
What's good, for you, and what's good, for the struggle
Well before you sellout, the coup wants to tell you a lil' story
E-roc, kick it

[e-roc]
Pressure, is gettin to my dome
See, i need some food for my little boy's tummy
Pulled up a chair just to think about my situation
Don't have a job, cause jackin is the occupation
Fuck the system, you know that it's all wrong
I got my gauge, yeah now my mission's on
Checked on my baby, good he was sound asleep
Cause money was my thoughts as i began to creep
Down the street the corner sto', was on my mind
Freeze! with the sounds of clips was in my behind
I turned around but befo' i could pull my trigger
In they ass, on the ground, laid another nigga
I was trippin, slippin labelled as a dummy
But can you blame me, i did it for da mo-ah-money

*chorus*
M-o-n, n-e-y (repeat 2x)
Broke as a; broke as a sucka!
(repeat all 4x)

[e-roc]
Back on the streets i thought i wouldn't survive
So i'm bustin my ass on this nine to five
Flippin patties all day when the place is hot
Gettin paid peanuts, in the burger shop
Now everybody wants to know the deal, is this brother real
Can i feed my family off of a happy meal?
I had to stop cause this shit ain't for e-roc
I threw down my time card and started slangin rocks
For a brother dis is some'in you can't beat
My cash is flowin, now i'm bringin home the meat
I'm feelin good sellin crack to a fiend
Don't give a fuck about his luck, ya know what i mean?
People trip, but they don't understand that
A devil's land, ain't no black foe a black man
Now it's a shame, but who's to blame?
I got a baby with a life and no future to gain, yeah the money

*chorus*

[e-roc]
I remember the time when i was six
The american dream was everybody gets, rich
But yo, a fact for all to know
Four hundred years has passed, and we still po'
He ain't my uncle, but sam know what he's talkin about
If you wanna get paid, sell your people out
But not me i'd rather do a crime
Deep in my rhyme; is it better for a black man to do time?
To the red white and blue i don't give a fuck
Because i live and die, just to make a buck
So i'm that mother-fucker
That rob his daddy, and threw his ass in the gutter
And i'm that fool
That sold his kids cocaine at school
But jack's an attorney
So i'ma do what i do, cause he's makin all the motherfuckin...
*gun shots*

[boots]
I believe.. truthfully, we all gonna die someday
So, die hustlin for yourself
Or die hustlin for millions of your people
The choice is yours, choose your fate
You can get with this, or you can get with that
We out

*chorus*