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KILL YOUR LANDLORD

by whose & URSUS.

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1.
Kill Your Landlord (feat. Speak) 02:10
lyrics
In the city of the scammers they be tearing down our banners Public works cleaning streets till they peak for the towers SFPD thieving stealing when they scour Reproach em like roaches when they send em pellets scattered Bet they shot well but it’s not like it mattered Killing in the streets but it’s called law and order Shot a man in the streets his name was Gongora Sending storm troopers to the homes of reporters Carmody got his shit back Bag and tag that shit wack 350 Jones watch the city eat your home And if you got one drop a stack for the rent Landlords and neighbors tell em all to get bent It’s dog meet dog eat corpses for awhile Stepping over piles while I’m snacking on my bile Throwing up my banner in the city of the scammers You might have to kill your landlord man I’m pulling out the hammer FUCK YOU DONALD you might have to kill your landlord im pulling out the hammer KILL YOUR FUCKING LANDLORD you might have to kill your landlord im pulling out the hammer KILL YOUR FUCKING LANDLORD KILL YOUR LANDLORD Been alive since the block been gentrified no church for the devils when they testify money over people stacking up the profit bodies hit the floor leave the corpse in a moshpit this the death blow let the tec go spray up the office throw bullets at a tech bro fuck a startup ima serve it hand to hand shoebox apartment total cost for a gram first and the last month don't forget deposit working just to die in the city so rotten and when you're gone they gonna feed you to the jackals mom and pop shop all smashed to the gravel up goes the high rise gluten free pilates and the parking rides for ducattis and bugattis steal the maseratti kill a politician local only shit can you fuck with the vision? FUCK YOU DONALD you might have to kill your landlord im pulling out the hammer KILL YOUR FUCKING LANDLORD you might have to kill your landlord im pulling out the hammer KILL YOUR FUCKING LANDLORD KILL YOUR LANDLORD
2.
Nobody Move 03:00
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Nobody move nobody move URS. spitting live over fire that’s whose URS. splitting hot with the wires and the fuse Mess with me leave you with a smart bruise Nobody move nobody move URS. rocking with the shirt and the shoes Take my shirt off on stage thats cool One may win but the rest may lose Nobody move nobody move I spot a pig in his steel toed boots I spot a billy club but is he gonna shoot Middle finger up and I never salute Nobody move nobody move I saw a body while searching on the tube Looking at me and they looking at you Wanna make sure that we’re kneeling in the pew Everybody run Everybody run Everybody run Middle fingers up till their parade is done Everybody run Everybody run Everybody run Middle fingers up till a nazi lose his gun They’d rather leave a bullet where your head at Protectorate state never give your shit back A pig is only good for the bbq and the gift wrap I’m at jockamo hunting for the perfect record dodging gostapo lying that they will make it better they acting sly and torture, I’m turning ice to water have a big ole roast on main street time to pike a porker mice come down this way they get picked off your hand reaches for one of mine it gets ripped off you chose the wrong group of motherfuckers to pick on single action guns clapping like a joke on a sitcom stay calm they say they ain’t telling the truth stuffed ham on the stand telling lies on the booth homeless man shaken down while they wave in their suits only see pretty skies telling their men to shoot we only look at the puppet not who’s pulling the strings we only watch the actors not who’s crafting the scenes we all love the news drama start to crave it like fiends and still nobody knows who killed Jeffrey Epstein it’s sickening I can’t stand it Sandra bland was murdered and nobody stayed around long enough to do damage so many of us die and we don’t blink and eyelash so desensitized we don’t think to fight back I’m so damn tired of those that hide from the ones on the other side Goddamnit I ain’t afraid to die Everybody run Everybody run Everybody run Middle fingers up till their parade is done Everybody run Everybody run Everybody run Middle fingers up till a nazi lose his gun
3.
Ice Cream Man (Places To Go) 03:03
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ice cream man step off the bus and I’m fresh to death feel like shit walking down the steps got poison pussy on my breath can’t let the homies know I won’t get any respect can’t let my folks know I’m already in debt can’t let my hoes know I got too many of them I got shows booked in each and every event I feel my life goes no where, need to reset my crotch is itchy I need a dollar fifty to buy that shirt from the local thrifty reminiscing bout days where Timmy ran from Trixie all I had was free time and a bowl of Rice Krispies pull up and I make shit rain not cash cause that’s all straight down the drain pull up with a quarter roll I’m balling on a budget pour me a cup I’m gonna dive in the substance I got places to be I got places to go I hit the road They gotta know I’m feeling chaotic I can’t be letting it show I got places to be I got places to go I hit the road They gotta know I’m feeling chaotic I can’t be letting it show I’m about to lose my mind thought I Right about the time I stepped outside Walked down the block thought I’d walk it right out Step into them ankles when you got a dry mouth Dried out eyes look down and my shirt inside out Step on the bus scuffle to the backseat let my eyes feast On the lake under trees Close em thinking I need a joint and a beat Need my babygirl on the beach Know I need a taste beyond where those tan lines reach Step up to my stop that the 29 preach Like excuse me sir please pardon my reach Doors swing open Mind still dormant Please wake up this is important City living so imported My shoes soil the pavement I got places to be I got places to go I hit the road They gotta know I’m feeling chaotic I can’t be letting it show I got places to be I got places to go I hit the road They gotta know I’m feeling chaotic I can’t be letting it show
4.
Everyone a House 01:48
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Cancel the rent It’s fucking me up forking over this check Unemployment be over the fence Stimulus never saw that dispensed Stress eating got my groceries stretched Mask off I be smelling their breath Their eyes they be wishing me death Their lies they be killing the class Economy can be kissing our ass Schools out till every baby is free Cut the cages land for you is for me Give everyone free housing Hit the street with a sign They Might hit the street with your skull Might put you into a van Might turn your town to Iraq And terrorize your whole fam Fuck the feds People trying to live Boots on the ground People trying to live Drones in the sky We just scraping by Working class breaking backs Wages low we breaking glass We should buy everyone a house Everyone a house We should buy everyone a house Buy everyone a house How much for a truck How much for a tank or a plane How much for the paint How much for the paint for the pain How much for a coffin What country are you living in Raise the bar and think for a moment when you think of prisoner What color is a criminal Blue Why they need immunity Besos got trillions taking tax fucking up our communities Defund the police and socialize property Shit would be simple if we met needs properly America’s people are slaves to its past Robber barons at hand leave a knife in its back We should buy everyone a house Everyone a house We should buy everyone a house Buy everyone a house
5.
Hello Sexy! (feat. Hans & The Thought) 02:28
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Brain full of bars The same ones that your mom takes Bathe in the bass Like a strawberry milkshake Bloopty Bloopty Bloop Bloopity Bloop Who the fuck did they shoot? Too many people for the press to name At least I hope that's the case But I'm hardly sane Well if the CIA Didn't make crack cocaine We wouldn't have the war on drugs Or the DARE campaign Stop resisting No complexion For the protection Of the guards Or from lethal injection Can't get signed Unless you act like douche And promote like your one direction Keep stepping Home don't play the record Not even if the people want to Cause you can blind a man With a concept And he'll forget that he had the sight Or that he lost it Got it? Cool Criss Angel with the sex appeal Goth chick on my wagon wheel Disappear behind the feel Bring her toys like a happy meal Blindfold on but I’m peaking still Laura Palmer nostril worth a mill Say the word ego off the hill She say shoot then I spill Tie my boots then I hit the field These politicians ain’t acting real Fantasized All our lives What’s reality a constructed lie Data through the sky onto other eyes Incentivized to simply comply Cops don’t want no foreplay What I sustain Dom leave me looking same way WORTHLESS!!! that’s a self-description getting strangled by some kelp like the dumbest fishes rock the belt you missing ring the bell for some help ass, you can rot in hell hope you know you got a tell in the well when you sell trash, and the thought is swell with where your body dwells, who can smell ash? well, oh well it’s the oddest option cause we hot and modest, and nobody got it like y’all botting comments and y’all gaudy outfits ain’t rotten harvests from a lobby garden and it’s all of y’all that modded our democracy guard your arteries, we armed and want a piece cease lease-seeking or youre harmed in Barbary see, we tryna teach ya ‘fore we tar you properly
6.
KKC 02:30
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Kill killer cops Killer cops keep killing Men as white as me locking up black children for the benefit of greed Tell me what you see When they tell me not to speak against the land of the free Corporate marijuana locking up they competition And these corporate politicians they don’t ever wanna listen Saying ask permission while they billy clubs slipping Flicking on the vision commentators acting flippant Snipers on the rooftops aiming with precision At a rainbow coalition convening exorcisms Curfews give permission to beating optimists With an iron fist constitutions are so counterfeit Counter with what? A denial of reality Racism built into the premise of every county And I am so complicit in this nations genocide It’s time to turn a traitor before two sides collide Kill killer cops Killer cops keep killing If they here to keep the peace then why they pulling out they piece Tearing through the tear gas while fascists sending tweets And Anonymous police beat your children on the streets (x2) Kill killer cops Killer cops who look like me Everyday support a system of supremacy Every white got a racist family tree That gotta stop my generation taking no Z’s Many apologies to all that I’ve harmed Shit I was taught from day one got me hella scarred The racist homophobe I was bred to be Put a bullet in my head Dead Killer cops inside of me Until every killer cop dead bodies in the streets Till every cop dead riots in the streets Not every cop dead so we pulling off their sheets Riot gear turn to pancakes when we stampede Blue shirts brown same as protestors they beat Foucault threw a boomerang made this picture complete You can’t black the blue only leave you with a bruise Hurt they pocketbook might light you up like a fuse Kill killer cops Killer cops keep killing If they here to keep the peace then why they pulling out they piece Tearing through the tear gas while fascists sending tweets And Anonymous police beat your children on the street (x2)
7.
Dandruff 02:08
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Fucker see you flaking off like dandruff Can’t handle the bandwidth Mismanaged Smacked upside the head double handed Brand it Swinging at you where my cap sit Copped it Killing idols till we raise the class conscious I-I-I smoke a blunt with Bernie Sanders We take the feds on like some ranchers Your whole squad be looking like bonanza CNN and FOX broadcasting with the same camera I don’t need no holy book to see the canon Day jobs getting paid not able to take action Families getting split into factions Reactive Cul de sac like a planet Detachment Place where they did their damage I ran I think I found some cover We’re clear What’s that crawling out my head They’re here When the city under siege I wear the lizard under sleeve But what’s below can’t stay underneath If the people angry they gonna grit their teeth Matter of time before they put you underneath With all that bullshit that they speak They staring at an empty sheath Underneath I’m pure cosmic energy Only so long can I keep it in the speech URS sounds pretty violent to me I’m just tired of seeing people underneath Cops keep shooting in the street You’re the one that put my people underneath URS getting more violent with the beat MY PEOPLE GETTING PUT UNDERNEATH
8.
Death Stranding (feat. whosecamp) 04:03
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Under my tongue I keep the razor tucked in, I’ve been dreaming of money waking with paper cuts, Thoughts so vivid couldn’t make it up, All these bitches blac chyna couldn’t take a nut, I only want to fuck because I hate ya guts, I’ll only let you stay if I can tape it shut, A nightmare in my conscience. I done smoked myself senseless thinking nonsense Staring at the walls tryna make em laugh I’ve been drowsy as hell barely taking half Fuckers taking lines and I’m taking back Digging up Whitney we can take a bath, going blow for blow tryna match the line This suicide pact got matching lines Filling in this page just to pass the time, Coming to terms nothing’s patched my mind I write I spit I’m past this beef Like Americans playing victim when taking Iran’s heat Whose like a shrink sharing the pack of beats My groceries down to like a snack a week Got sent the deets Praying for teeth the shade of converse on kapeesh Told her to make it sting on the other end of a leash And the camera may be rolling but my mind steal the scene The camp in the bedroom distilling the scene Who he who make his vocal chords bleed That’s a god among kings and a god among freaks That’s an angry motherfucker with a failing country That’s a failing motherfucker in between identities You can tell a failure by the callous on the knees I choose to cut the callous off and toss it to the breeze That’s a bullet in the heart if they ever order freeze They better call their PR if they ever order me I’m going dumb in this this bitch like Bobby Boucher your ass getting washed like this is a bouday we hear you talk it’s whatever shut your mouth you came to watch the parade I’m with your chick kicking back while we watch anime They like that yu yu hakasho? I wrote a song about it they want the dick to down her close and rap a towel around em I’m tryna eat em out and bounce like I got shit to do Run and chuck the deuce I’m the hen that got out the chicken coop my right hand hit like the drums on money folder my mic stand used for running laps round all you posers sliced ham is what they look like when I pull from holsters got a Greek chick that when she bust sh out here yelling OPA! no lie, I’ve got that creamy tapioca when I’m running through my town I swear they love me like I’m Sosa ! Hans got the strain and urs passed out Zech Kap and I plotting on your girls night gown REDACTED She put my fire out So I put my cigarettes out in her palm now Word is burn down The whole michelada Damn right I’m meta Beware the quiet kind My other face is leather Kurt Loader if he was loaded and did the weather Trying to control the current And garbage island’s texture What else should God be doing If not for convoluting and mockery making, these are my contributions baby Introduce Kap to your homegirl that’s boy crazy I’ll send her back born again wreaking of self-respect Skipping to her very own theme and melodies A crown of my seed I just told her it’s baby’s breath Not exactly a late bloomer but you’ll get it later Pimpin’s easy you ever tried crafting nomenclature Nah, then I guess it’s just me Wordsmith, nerd shit A Lvl Hd ‘til hell freeze

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KILL YOUR LANDLORD is a collaborative album between rapper/producer whose and URSUS. The album began January 2020 in Ventura, CA, right before COVID-19 hit the states; and completed September 2020. The album addresses the orchestrated apocalyptic circumstances in which the working class is forced to preserver through. From police brutality, to literal plague, to climate change. Know the people who hold the power don’t care about us. Angry music for angry times; organize to this shit.

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released September 30, 2020

written by whose, URSUS., and those featured.
produced, mixed, and mastered by whose
recorded at whosestudioisthis?
album art by ana murray
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