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The Rent Is Too Damn High
Armand Hammer
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(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Section eight, but the hall plush with piff and sour grape
Wet cough through thin wall keep me up late
The man in 3C is dying of cancer
Told me straight-up, I admire his candour
Sent him to his fate like Taliban commander
They sell death off my steps, necromancers
Woodwinds play for the local JoJo Dancer's
Woods in the wind, plastic cups, sea grams and Fanta
'Til police shut down the Party
Black Panthers retreat into the jungle
I watch through peepholes on the humble like I got points on the bundle
True self secret like Rumple, stilt skin, keep it
Every man for himself when the long arm reaches
Cassette tape Nkrumah speeches, face-creased
Street corner preacher screeches into loudspeaker
I can hear my neighbors fucking
Calling on Jesus Christ
Radiator cold as ice but outside
The heat stay on like pilot light
They grew strong outta spite
I can hear my neighbors fucking
Calling on Jesus Christ
Radiator cold as ice but outside
The heat stay on like pilot light
They grew strong outta spite (outta spite)
Modest brownstone sad ghost in the hallway
I'm doing the right thing the wrong ways
More haze crushed as the song fade
Breaking dawn, I'm plotting on long range
Change came, broke niggas affording pain
Lean protein stashed in Parker pocket
Fishers market down a couple on the humble kept his boots polished
Full time college loan mileage, still vibrant
Five bill black barrel jerk chicken down on prospect
Hogs breath, red and blue
Six pointed stars and suwoos
Crude jewels, can't tell who's who
Platoon move, I'm done and through
Active fumes, blunts pipes and burnt spoons
Aunties, uncles, cousins twice removed
For whom the bell dings, 12-string guitar gently weeps
Supreme kings, wayward out of reach
Jesus on the main line
Call him up and tell him what you need
Seed crackles but tree steams
Fiends vanish scene when that caprice sweep
Indeed, indeed
Calling on Jesus Christ
Radiator cold as ice but outside
The heat stay on like pilot light
They grew strong outta spite (outta spite)
I can hear my neighbors fucking
Calling on Jesus Christ
Radiator cold as ice but outside
The heat stay on like pilot light
They grew strong outta spite
Shunned the beast and kept the old ways like Mennonites
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