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This brick
Which is gripped by my fingers
Which shoot out from my hand
Which is fastened to my arm
That meets up with my shoulder
That sits well below my head
That surrounds my brain
Which is tied up with thoughts of resentment, fear, and loathing
Because of your using me in your road to wealth and power
Will crash through your picture window
and kill you

We gon put you in the squeeze
We gon put you in the squeeze

The city is a planet of glass and granite
And it’s ran by some masters of mack mechanics
We got schools where the facts are banished
We got scams where your stacks’ll vanish
And the hospitals is gon cost you racks
so panic

All the gangsters throw your triggers up
All the stoners throw your flickers up
All the drunks throw your liquor up
All the bank tellers stick em up
Teach them babies how to grip a buck

When this hits the streets it’s
thunder with thesis
We’ll show where the beast is
Make sure it deceases
They smolder with speeches
We shoulder the leeches
Call off them polices
This ain’t where the thief is

Janitors
Work all night like Dracula
Burger flippers grab your spatulas
Managers
Get your Acuras
Big bosses guard your sack because
We’ll put it in the squeeze

Squ-squ-squ-squ-squeeze
Squ-squ-squ-squ
We gon put you in the squeeze
Squ-squ-squ-squ-squeeze
We gon put you in the
We gon put you in the

World poverty has just gone platinum
Unemployment checks
need to come with a gat in em
Chains and leather whips
Slave masters still crackin em
This is where I’m scattin from
Listen to the battle drum
We all got our shackles on

Ladies shoot your deuce-deuces
Bankers tip your masseuses
Wardens tighten up your nooses
Muthafuckas make noise if you bought your clothes boosted

The earth is composed of space and atoms
And controlled by some pimps
without Stacy Adams
but one day they’re gon taste the cannon
when the people rise up
and make them muthafuckas face the dragon

Mercenaries show your paychecks
Homeless folks show your blankets
Rich folks throw your banquets
Tell officials what to say next
Cuz they won’t be at ease
When we put em in the squeeze

Squ-squ-squ-squ
We gon put you in the squeeze
Squ-squ-squ-squ
We gon put you in the squeeze
Squ-squ-squ-squ
We gon put you in the squeeze


Cuz they vote with their guns
Cuz they vote with their guns
Cuz they vote with their guns
Cuz they vote with their guns
Cuz they vote with their guns
Cuz they vote with their guns
Cuz they vote with their guns
You know they vote with their guns
This brick   Which is gripped by my fingers   Which shoot out from my hand   Which is fastened to my arm   That meets up with my shoulder   That sits well below my head   That surrounds my brain   Which is tied up with thoughts of resentment, fear, and loathing   Because of your using me in your road to wealth and power   Will crash through your picture window   and kill you      We gon put you in the squeeze   We gon put you in the squeeze      The city is a planet of glass and granite   And it’s ran by some masters of mack mechanics   We got schools where the facts are banished   We got scams where your stacks’ll vanish   And the hospitals is gon cost you racks   so panic      All the gangsters throw your triggers up   All the stoners throw your flickers up   All the drunks throw your liquor up   All the bank tellers stick em up   Teach them babies how to grip a buck      When this hits the streets it’s   thunder with thesis   We’ll show where the beast is   Make sure it deceases   They smolder with speeches   We shoulder the leeches   Call off them polices   This ain’t where the thief is      Janitors   Work all night like Dracula   Burger flippers grab your spatulas   Managers   Get your Acuras   Big bosses guard your sack because   We’ll put it in the squeeze      Squ-squ-squ-squ-squeeze   Squ-squ-squ-squ   We gon put you in the squeeze   Squ-squ-squ-squ-squeeze   We gon put you in the   We gon put you in the      World poverty has just gone platinum   Unemployment checks   need to come with a gat in em   Chains and leather whips   Slave masters still crackin em   This is where I’m scattin from   Listen to the battle drum   We all got our shackles on      Ladies shoot your deuce-deuces   Bankers tip your masseuses   Wardens tighten up your nooses   Muthafuckas make noise if you bought your clothes boosted      The earth is composed of space and atoms   And controlled by some pimps   without Stacy Adams   but one day they’re gon taste the cannon   when the people rise up   and make them muthafuckas face the dragon      Mercenaries show your paychecks   Homeless folks show your blankets   Rich folks throw your banquets   Tell officials what to say next   Cuz they won’t be at ease   When we put em in the squeeze      Squ-squ-squ-squ   We gon put you in the squeeze   Squ-squ-squ-squ   We gon put you in the squeeze   Squ-squ-squ-squ   We gon put you in the squeeze         Cuz they vote with their guns   Cuz they vote with their guns   Cuz they vote with their guns   Cuz they vote with their guns   Cuz they vote with their guns   Cuz they vote with their guns   Cuz they vote with their guns   You know they vote with their guns
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