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Woorden: Street Sweeper Social Club. Street Sweeper Social Club. Fight! Smash! Win!.

And the wealth don't trickle down
People pinchin' every nickel now
Even if we don't fight
Bodies hit the ground

I spit the sound
Of a million fists finna pound
I'm in the crowd
'Til this whole thing switch
Around

Our brains are on temporary disconnect
I shoot my mouth off
I can't find my pistol yet
You can call this music disrespect

'Cause I'll slap you in your face
At your local disco tech

Mr. Green with your missiles and rockets
My paycheck burns a hole in your pocket
You told the judge put my name on the docket
Meetin' in the break room
Here's what we plotted

Let's fight, let's smash, let's win
We gon' fight, we gon' smash
Let us in, let's fight, let's smash, let's win
Just like getting up in the club with a fake ID
If it don't work, we gon' do it again

Your honor may it please the court
Swear me in on a book full of Tupac quotes
After what I say
You might noose my throat
Reporters please scribble down a few hot notes

Allow me to be the first
To throw dirt on their graves, excuse me
I never learned to behave
My great, great granny was a Carolina slave

She whispers in my ear
Sayin', "Spark the blaze"
Somewhere on the easts ide of steal and rob
A whole generation got a McJob

And the light bill still ain't resolved
See the hungry mob pulse and throb
If you got a blacklist I wanna be on it*
If we gon' attack this then we need to run it

If you see my hood man
You might call it ghetto
Politicians are puppets y'all
Let's get Gepetto

Let's fight, let's smash, let's win
We gon' fight, we gon' smash
Let us in, let's fight, let's smash
Let's win
Just like getting up in the club with a fake ID
If it don't work, we gon' do it again

Well, it's a matter of fact that I'm gonna
Die one day but muthafucka right now I breath
And I may not be able to predict my demise
But you can bet it won't be on my knees

I'm rappin' at the speed of the falling dollar
They got greed to make you crawl and holla
It's old school like Easy-E's impala
Ay, ay, you gon' lead or smoke trees and follow?

Let's fight, let's smash, let's win
We gon' fight, we gon' smash, let us in
Let's fight, let's smash, let's win

Just like getting up in the club with a fake ID
If it don't work, we gon' do it again