Fight! Smash! Win!

Tom Morello

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    [Boots Riley:]
    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 till 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 it'll stop 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

    [Chorus: Boots Riley]
    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

    [Boots Riley:]
    Your honor may it please the court
    Swear me in on a book full of 2Pac 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 y'all, let's get Geppetto

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    [Chorus: Boots Riley]
    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

    [Boots Riley:]
    Well it's a matter of fact that I'm gonna die one day
    But muthafucka, 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 Eazy-E's Impala
    Ay! Ay! You gon' lead or smoke trees and follow?

    [Chorus: Boots Riley]
    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

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    Composición: Tom Morello y Boots

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