Landlord Elijah

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Yeah, this is me when I was comin' up on the humble
 Huh, yeah the humble
 Mexicans in the building
 Doing their demolition
 And we can't contend this
 'cuz we only be 5 tenants
 No heat or hot water
 Landlord ran out of oil
 Confront him? Don't bother
 Landlord thinks we're spoiled
 Takin' English baths
 Damn we're goin' under
 This is worse than when we had bedbugs last summer
 Stockbroker friend from college
 Outta nowhere just hits me
 Hoping he'll kick some knowledge
 Share success with me
 Knowledge came at a strip club
 He wanted to see some tits
 Success came with 2 hundreds and ones
 Yo I pocketed them shits
 Took 'em home to wifey
 Wife of common law
 No I never put a ring on it
 Couldn't afford one, y'all
 Three trains and two buses
 She would take to Queens
 To keep her strong we'd think
 The end justifies the means
 Cleanin' faeces every day
 She worked with disabled adults
 At night we'd drink Gato Negro
 Trade each other some insults
 That woman there had the heart of Rudy
 Dat ass. Judge Judy?
 Judge Judy would have been all up in my booty
 Damn I need some gigs
 So I stayed sheddin'
 Old-ass young lions
 Vibin' me over at sessions
 Sleeping with my exes
 And ploying them to fruition
 I was learning lessons
 Never date female musicians
 Begging club owners nightly
 Go and ask Mitch
 When groupies became managers
 I was livin' up in a ditch
 Peers come to my rescue?
 No they were too afraid
 Afraid I would blow up
 Take the throne one day
 If it was already written
 Well shall I not have scorn
 A jazz musician died
 Pan Am was born
 A rockstar said life was ours
 And we live it our way
 My response is "One fifty second street
 Between Amsterdam and Broadway"
 

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Duration
02:33
Key
8
Tempo
131 BPM

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