Landlord Elijah Songtext
von Pan Amsterdam

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"