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Arrested Development

Genres: Hip-Hop

Mister Landlord Lyrics - Arrested Development

Mister landlord step off my yard 

Mister landlord step off my yard 

Mister landlord step off my yard 

Mister landlord step off my yard 

 

Mister landlord I understand 

You have a right to check out your land 'cause it's your land 

My family told me you've been peekin' in windows 

Forcing them to be a little scared, keeping curtains closed 

 

I protect my house but on tour 

I try to find a home where my people are secure 

Your racist views are the views of your own 

So please don't let it enter my family zone 

 

Just lettin' you know, I'm not a little old colored boy 

That steps off the curb when you walk your walk 

So please don't mistake my kindness for blindness 

I've known your game since Columbus came 

 

And if I woulda known how your neck was burnin' red 

In your complex I wouldn't of been caught dead 

So here's my message from me to you 

My space is off limits until we move 

You understand that 

 

Mister landlord step off my yard 

Mister landlord step off my yard 

Mister landlord step off my yard 

Mister landlord step off my yard 

 

Mister landlord I have to question 

Do you expect me to chill while you're bumrushin'? 

You thought we were the passive kind, well, you're mistakin' 

You outta give nuff respect like I'm Jamaican 

 

The point is I feel you endanger my pride 

Your racist comments, your racist approach I ain't with 

It's bad enough there's kids in there that are strugglin' 

Finding themselves with out you bringin' racism 

 

Just to bring peace do I have to get a piece? 

And in the break of dawn I guess I'll pray to the east 

'Cause I'm not the one to get slapped on the cheek 

Without my fist curling up to hit you back in your teeth, yo 

 

Free yourself 

Free yourself 

Freedom 

 

Is what we want not a fight 

Waving confederate flags and gun toting is your type 

You ever heard of Ogune, well, soon his spell 

Will clear my brain while he clears where I dwell 

I call on the natural forces that be 

To help to free me, to free me 

 

Al-ya bolia bol-I ya 

Al-ya bolia bol-I ya 

Yeah ea yeah ea 

Al-ya bolia bol-I ya 

Al-ya bolia bol-I ya 

Yeah ea yeah ea 

 

Al-ya bolia bol-I ya 

Al-ya bolia bol-I ya 

Yeah ea yeah ea 

Al-ya bolia bol-I ya 

Al-ya bolia bol-I ya 

Yeah ea yeah ea 

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