Текст песни Fight! Smash! Win!

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

Cuz 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 I'd

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 robStreet Sweeper Social Club - Fight! Smash! Win! - http://ru.motolyrics.com/street-sweeper-social-club/fight-smash-win-lyrics.html

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 yall

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 I'd

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 I'd

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

Thanks, Billy Bragg!