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Fight! Smash! Win! Video (MV)






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




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 wispers 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 ya'll
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 muthaf*cka
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

Thanks, Billy Bragg!
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English

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 wispers 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 ya'll
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 muthaf*cka
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

Thanks, Billy Bragg!
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Writer: Riley Boots, Thomas B Morello
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC


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