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    The Squeeze

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    Добавлена 1 сентября 2011 пользователем Iron Man

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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 resent-
    Ment, 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 stocks'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 decreases
    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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