Mr. Landlord (feat. African King Fre$h & Kananji)

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He's five foot two, kinda heavy set fella
Who's always sweaty but that ain't really bout the weather
Invisible neck he got two chins pot belly suits is one size too big
Walks around with a briefcase guess what's in it
Wrong Not money
But a letter of suspension from a political party not in power
A membership card it's hot man bali needs a shower
But later for that he got a date with fate
Good or bad but no he can't be late
He about to trade his old card for a new one
Life's been kinda empty got to do something
He wants a new car he wants to see his face on the news like a star
Money and sex scandals he wants it all
The priciest of drinks at the bar
He wants a flat for his side piece with a new side piece in it he's in it to win it
Announcement came at 7pm
Party in power got a new guy on their team
Just like a soccer player he's out chasing his dream
No debate not only beans and rice he got steak on his plate
Word to KRS love's gonna get him that's his fate
Kananji will elaborate wait

F*ck a piece of the pie he want the plate
Money under tables my nigga he's on the take
Suits getting tighter and tighter he's gaining weight
If niggas don't like him he spite him and let them hate
Money money money that's all my nigga can think about
Promising the people their Freedom then he go pimp them out
Got to take the piece off the top before he can give it out
Robbing all the coffers and these the niggas we sing
Hold up he want the girls that younger than his youngest
A Sugar Daddy can't be a husband
Motels know him well as the club does
He's accustomed to customs
Check ins and lounges
While back home his people scrounging for a scrap
A master of hustling backwards
He take a cash advancement go back and spend it back in foreign lands
It's tragic
Honorary masters and a doctorate
Speaking nonsense for nonsense at a conference
With some bosses got the country up for auction
The highest bidder is winning people are starving
Carving up the land like a colonist
No policies
Just freedom abolishing
Constantly
Honestly he needs to go
He needs a bullet to the dome
He needs a tyre around his neck
We black folk we don't take no disrespect
We going to need to see him sweat
He going to need to catch a tech Before he seeks re-election

Root of depression when politricking is women
Living for vanity bragging rights with the Benz is
Something about the engine bringing crazy attention
To status symbols that kindle them to be desperate
Pressured to set the standards on bougie models and vixens
Fitting the lavish, popping bottles as niggas
It's something about democracy poverty voting Ignant
Policy makers be bums thugging for bitches
I witnessed it with my lenses eyeballing the kingpins
Ghetto apostles, gospel's of phony business
The prophets are making profit obnoxiously gold digging
Your money stacked in tax by massive digits
They preaching it and be spitting to innocent poor voters
That's energising the masses into some bogus
Hopeless demonstrations aiming at changing the situation
It's all a scam it's cap it's wack for ages
And malicious to the innocent citizens truly jaded
As bottom peeps defeated cheated and hated
By the bandits drug addicts inspired by entertainment
Rigging the ballots habit of fabricating
It's a long road to freedom believing has been frustrating
Hoping and coping to notice nothing is changing
Only constant elevation is more ladies complaining
Of Mr. Landlord wildest macking behaviours

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