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The Squeeze Lyrics - Street Sweeper Social Club - Street Sweeper Social Club

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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