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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

these lyrics are submitted by mta_mta
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    these lyrics are submitted by mta_mta