Fight! Smash! Win! Lyrics - Street Sweeper Social Club - Street Sweeper Social Club

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