| This brick
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| Which is gripped by my fingers
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| Which shoot out from my hand
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| Which is fastened to my arm
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| That meets up with my shoulder
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| That sits well below my head
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| That surrounds my brain
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| Which is tied up with thoughts of resent-
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| Ment, fear, and loathing
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| Because of your using me in your road to
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| Wealth and power
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| Will crash through your picture window
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| And kill you
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| We gon put you in the squeeze
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| We gon put you in the squeeze
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| The city is a planet of glass and granite
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| And it’s ran by some masters of mack
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| Mechanics
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| We got schools where the facts are
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| Banished
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| We got scams where your stocks’ll vanish
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| And the hospitals is gon cost you racks
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| So panic
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| All the gangsters throw your triggers up
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| All the stoners throw your flickers up
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| All the drunks throw your liquor up
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| All the bank tellers stick em up
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| Teach them babies how to grip a buck
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| When this hits the streets it’s
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| Thunder with thesis
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| We’ll show where the beast is
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| Make sure it decreases
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| They smolder with speeches
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| We shoulder the leeches
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| Call off them polices
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| This ain’t where the thief is
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| Janitors
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| Work all night like Dracula
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| Burger flippers grab your spatulas
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| Managers
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| Get your Acuras
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| Big bosses guard your sack because
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| We’ll put it in the squeeze
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| Squ-squ-squ-squ-squeeze
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| Squ-squ-squ-squ
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| We gon put you in the squeeze
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| Squ-squ-squ-squ-squeeze
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| We gon put you in the
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| We gon put you in the
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| World poverty has just gone platinum
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| Unemployment checks
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| Need to come with a gat in em
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| Chains and leather whips
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| Slave masters still crackin em
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| This is where I’m scattin from
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| Listen to the battle drum
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| We all got our shackles on
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| Ladies shoot your deuce-deuces
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| Bankers tip your masseuses
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| Wardens tighten up your nooses
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| Muthafuckas make noise if you bought
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| Your clothes boosted
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| The earth is composed of space and
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| Atoms
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| And controlled by some pimps
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| Without Stacy Adams
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| But one day they’re gon taste the cannon
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| When the people rise up
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| And make them muthafuckas face the dragon
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| Mercenaries show your paychecks
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| Homeless folks show your blankets
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| Rich folks throw your banquets
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| Tell officials what to say next
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| Cuz they won’t be at ease
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| When we put em in the squeeze
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| Squ-squ-squ-squ
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| We gon put you in the squeeze
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| Squ-squ-squ-squ
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| We gon put you in the squeeze
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| Squ-squ-squ-squ
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| We gon put you in the squeeze
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| Cuz they vote with their guns
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| Cuz they vote with their guns
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| Cuz they vote with their guns
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| Cuz they vote with their guns
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| Cuz they vote with their guns
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| Cuz they vote with their guns
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| Cuz they vote with their guns
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| You know they vote with their guns |