TOM MORELLO / BOOTS RILEY

TOM MORELLO / BOOTS RILEY - Fight! Smash! Win! lyrics

rate me

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 till 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 it'll stop 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 gettin 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 2Pac 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 eastside 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 Geppetto

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 gettin 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 breathe

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 Eazy-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 gettin up in the club with a fake ID

If it don't work, we gon do it again

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