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 it’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 gettin 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 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 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 gettin 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 muthafuckas   Right now I breathe   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 gettin up in the club   with a fake ID   If it don’t work, we gon do it again