Super Chron Flight Brothers - Rent Control lyrics

Fucking bullshit man, yo
You seen Andy – the fucking
Super – you seen him?
Hey Andy! How the fuck I
Always gotta come find
You man? What the fuck is the deal?
I told you two weeks ago
My ceiling in my bathroom 'bout
To fall the fuck in we got a leak
I'm scared to take a shower in
There, man, damn! And the
Fucking heat ain't on
It's goddamn December nigga – we freezing up
There! I got my baby up there!

State-side bank got the right to raise
Fight the Power? Niggas'd rather
Light the haze
Pipe the powder – these days there's no such
Thing as cowards as metal fling after hours
Radio Raheem did it
Trying to get TV sets and the whip tinted
Ain't finished 'til it's rims
Around the world
Spin the wheel of fortune, tell your girl
Ain't gonna be no abortion
Finally getting out the slums, kingdom come
Hell or high water, gentrification
Word of the day, here comes that court order
Move 'em in, move 'em out

Forget old man, glory's young
We got our own grass, waving in the wind
In the picnic save the sails
Of the slave ships
Like jailhouses rock on some back in the day
Some conglomerate stole it away
We want it today, in our own names
Before they condemn our cribs
With that eminent domain
Have you living at number
37 gentrification lane
And the way words went they laughed
When they say your name
On the courthouse scrolls of
Those who can't pay
Evicted on birthdays and anniverserariums
Now little ghetto kids think that repo
Men are the scary ones


And I seen a rat come up
Motherfucker man I'm not playing
Withchu, you better come up there
And fix this shit man
The window won't even close properly man!
I can't even lock my shit!"

From my greasy window I watch
The wrecking ball swing slow-mo
Erupt white clouds
Roach pulling so slow but it ain't dead
Summer time's long gone – dark days ahead
From my frozen window I
Watch the building grow
Mexicans moving bricks by the wheelbarrow
Cement mixer flow
Po-po jumping out beating niggas in the head
Line 'em up like "Tell all you
Peoples this block is dead
(dead understand?) "
Coming back every night
City Hall rolls up the
Sleeves for street fights
Overhand right got niggas confused
By that bright
Light at the end of the tunnel
Bet your ass it's a train
Caught off guard cause they live off cocaine
Thought they wrote the rules but
The game done changed
I see my landlord shaking
Hands with someone strange let me find out -
So much winter heat I don't leave
The house and when I do
Faces are new, houses is gone
Like a twister came through and
Dropped dust in Kansas
Rent hike outlandish I need a brew
Throw the hoodie on tough
Trooper past construction sites
And the shell of a walk-up
That caught fire last night
Just like the one a block over, nah mean?
That dope money dried up
Half the niggas I walk
Past smell like gasoline
Walk in the bodega like
"Gimme the regular: newspaper, woods
And Starburst – nah, Now and Laters"
Papi laughed
Said "It's all half price" smiling
"We sold the store
Whole family moving to Long Island!"