Street Sweeper Social Club Album

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

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 y'all, 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 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 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

C'mon, c'mon

Woah, woah, woah (100 little curses)
Woah, woah, woah (100 little curses)

May you tumble and fall down your grand marble stairway
May that caviar pâté you were eating block your airway
May your manservant deliver the Heimlich with honor
May this make you vomit on your Dolce Gabbana

May your wife's worried face show a horrific expression
May you realize she's not worried, that's just Botox injections
May all the commotion cause to crash your chandelier
And propel into your rear
It's sharp diamonds from DeBeers

May your Ferrari break down, may your chauffeur get high
And smash up your stretch Rolls up on Rodeo Drive
Off the breaking backs of others is where you got all your bucks
Till we make the revolution, I just hope your life sucks

All my people in the place put your fist in the air
All my down muthafuckas get up out of your chairs
All my real down peoples we got love for you here
'Cept for that muthafucka right there, get him

Woah, woah, woah (100 little curses)

May your Champagne not bubble
May your pinot be sour
May the white stuff you snortin be 96 percent flour
May the famous rapper you bring to your daughters sweet 16
Get some pride and walk out as if born with a spleen

May the death squads you hire by bad with instructions
And by mistake be at your mansion with the street sweepers bustin'
May this make your party guests forsake their white Russians
And dive behind the Jimmy Martin cryin' and cussin'

May your chef be off pissin in the bisque in the kitchen
May I assume your autobiography is filed under fiction
'Cause off the breakin backs of others is where you got all your cash
Till we make the revolution, I hope your life sucks ass

All my people in the place put your fist in the air
All my down muthafuckas get up out of your chairs
All my real down peoples we got love for you here
'Cept for that muthafucka right there, get him

Woah (yeah), woah (yeah), woah (100 little curses)
Woah (yeah), woah (yeah), woah (ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-, wha- ow)

All my people in the place put your fist in the air
All my down muthafuckas get up out of your chairs
All my real down peoples we got love for you here
'Cept for that muthafucka right there, get him

Woah (yeah), woah (yeah), woah (100 little curses)
Woah (yeah), woah (yeah), woah (ch-ch-ow)

The lamppost could swear it had seen me before
And stared as I stumbled through the motel door
The dirty mirror also thought I looked familiar
But commented only that my suit was brilliant

The TV bolted to the wall and cracked
Remembered how I cried and said I’d never come back
In the lacquer of the table, I had carved my oath
With a burnt butter knife and this is what I wrote

I pledge to get their foot off my neck
Instead I shall demand my respect
I’ll fight even if I won’t win
Alright, the beginning is the end

I pledge to make the bosses cringe
Instead we’ll get some justified ends
I’ll fight till the system is gone
Recite this ex-losers song

(Yeeee!) Alright, Muthafuckas
(Coo-Coooo!) Fight, Muthafuckas
(Yeeee!) Alright Muthafuckas
(Coo-Coooo!) Fight, Muthafuckas

I pledge to live life as lesson
That said even my words are weapons
I’ll fight show love in motion
Alright, mountains move from oceans

I pledge there is no surrender
Instead I’ll expose their agenda
Fight and make vampires bleed
Recite this ex-losers creed

(Yeeee!) Alright, Muthafuckas
(Coo-Coooo!) Fight, Muthafuckas
(Yeeee!) Alright Muthafuckas
(Coo-Coooo!) Fight, Muthafuckas

I pledge that I’ll taste each second
That said, I know each moment’s a present
I’ll fight a battle fit for ballads
Alright, at two we hit the palace

I pledge that we are individuals
That said, from you I’m indivisible
Fight and match the blaze of comets
Recite this ex-losers promise

The carpet inquired if I’d lay there again
And where was the girl from when there last I had been
The commode refused to speak as I made my escape
It knew every subtle nuance of my war torn face

The concrete outside felt disrespected
It was partly my fault it had been neglected
At the precipice of fate is where I carved my oath
With the dagger from my back and you know what I wrote

(Yeeee!) Alright, Muthafuckas
(Coo-Coooo!) Fight, Muthafuckas
(Yeeee!) Alright Muthafuckas
(Coo-Coooo!) Fight, Muthafuckas

Na na na na, na na na na na
Na na na na, na na na na na
Na na na na, na na na na na
Na na na na, na na na na na

Na na na na, na na na na na
Na na na na, na na na na na
Na na na na, na na na na na
Na na na na, na na na na na

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 resentment, 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 stacks'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 you where the beast is
Make sure it deceases
They smolder with speeches
We shoulder the leeches
Call off the 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 'em 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
'Cause 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
Yeah, we gon' put you in the squeeze

'Cause they vote with their guns
'Cause they vote with their guns
'Cause they vote with their guns
'Cause they vote with their guns
'Cause they vote with their guns
'Cause they vote with their guns
'Cause they vote with their guns
You know they vote with their guns

Now can you clap for the killers?
Give it up for them gangsters
One time for the killers
Double up for them gangsters

Well I wrote this for criminals
But all of y'all should listen at me
Now if you ever catch me snitchin'
Just haul off and slap me

They on the other team
"Lets rumble," is my thoughts exactly
They work for gangsters
And they whacked Fred Hampton Jr.s pappy

Ay playboy, pop 'em with a pistol and get executed
Ay mama, murder 'em with missiles and you get saluted
Go 'head and gank em for a grand, it's DNA computed
But bankers bathe in the Bahamas off of billions looted

Now can you clap?
Now can you clap?

Now can you clap for them killers?
Give it up for them gangsters
One time for the killers
Double up for them gangsters

Well I wrote this for criminals
But they the ones who wrote the laws
They ain't on TV gettin' arrested
All up in their draws

They stick their hands up politicians
Make 'em move their jaws
And they be starving folks for bread
Until their breath pause

Ay take a memo Moneypenny, say the deed is done
And you can bcc DC and say our leaders won
But first we fax the photograph of the opponents son
Adjust the image, 'cause it's hard to see the gag and gun

Now can you clap?
Now can you clap?
Now can you clap?
Now can you clap?

Now can you clap for them killers?
Give it up for them gangsters
One time for the killers
Double up for them gangsters

Well I wrote this for gangsters
While I sprinted through your backyard
Not for them Coppola criminals, they just act hard
Tony Montana had a stylist and a SAG card
When he reloaded slaves forgot they had back scars

Ay, M-M-Mister DeNiro what kind of gun is that?
Can you look more like a menace?
Take two, now run it back
Ay s-s-so what Scorsese, got all them money stacks
Long as his lens never looks at the real maniacs

Clap for them killers
Give it up for them gangsters
One time for the killers
Double up for them gangsters

Can you clap for them killers?
Give it up for them gangsters
One time for the killers
Double up for them gangsters

Somewhere in the world it's 3 o'clock
Time to get out of school and think
Somewhere in the world it's 5pm
And quittin time means it's time to drink

Somewhere in the world it's 8 o'clock
Let's get fly, man, and go to gig
But somewhere in the world it's midnight
And the guerillas just shot two pigs

Somebody needs to battle this adrenaline
Throw death the middle fin
Stompin' through your suburbs
Like coke, meth, and Ritalin

Streetlights and little sins
We fight for the little yen
Despite the bitter end
And ignite carcinogens

This here's a little shot of
Can't-Be-Stopped
A lot o' Fuck-You-Pay-Me
A little Fuck-The-Cops

'Cause them parasites'll suck your wop
And bankrupt your flock
Chuck you overseas to buck the glock

And in the gallows of San Quentin
The officials were smitten
By the smooth, suave way
Which my initials were written

So they paid no attention
That the scribbled transmission
Read, "Im'ma get outta here,
Pray I don't get ammunition."

Come on, somewhere in the world it's 3 o'clock
Time to get out of school and think
Somewhere in the world it's 5pm
And quittin time means it's time to drink

Somewhere in the world it's 8 o'clock
Let's get fly, man, and go to gig
But somewhere in the world it's midnight
And the guerillas just shot two pigs

Come on and come on with me

Sometimes the night falls just so
You can't see the scars
Discourse between the stars
Is dialogue of stolen DVD players and VCRs
I know a corner, if you say "cocaine"
They claim that you takin' the lord's name in vain

I came to spit flames
Until this shit change
Until we switch games
The streets drown in pain, now

Y'all might just drink and fuck to this
Let's knuckle up and deconstruct the shit
Im'ma show you what they dysfunction is
They need some nickel-plated acupuncturists

Vile and vulturous
Let's get tumultuous
And bring a multitude
To where their luncheon is

Somewhere in the world it's 3 o'clock
Time to get out of school and think
Somewhere in the world it's 5pm
And quittin time means it's time to drink

Somewhere in the world it's 8 o'clock
Let's get fly, man, and go to the gig
But somewhere in the world it's midnight
And the guerillas just shot two pigs

Come on now, come on with it

They summoned and I answered
Their God forsaken call
Just focus on the names
Not the screaming down the hall

Your tears beg the question
Why you're bound in this chair
It's simply because, ay, wait muthafucka
I'll ask the questions here

Shock! Shock!
Shock! Shock!
Shock! Shock!
We gon' shock you again!
Shock you again!

Shock! Shock!
Shock! Shock!
Shock! Shock!
We gon' shock you again!
Shock you again!
Shock you again!

You tremble, you're sweating
You writhe around in peril
But let me assure you
My instruments are sterile

Forget those electrodes
I placed inside your mouth
Just say what I want or I flip this switch
And in Cairo the lights go out

Shock! Shock!
Shock! Shock!
Shock! Shock!
We gon' shock you again!
Shock you again!

Shock! Shock!
Shock! Shock!
Shock! Shock!
We gon' shock you again!
Shock you again!
Shock you again!

My name is Luc Mammon
I used to work with fire
Since hell came to earth and pain has worth
I put myself out for hire

For centuries my superiors have
Inflicted pain with skill
Electric is my pimp slap
I'll liquefy your will

Shock! Shock!
Shock! Shock!
Shock! Shock!
We gon' shock you again!
Shock you again!

Shock! Shock!
Shock! Shock!
Shock! Shock!
We gon' shock you again!
Shock you again!
Shock you again!

In the military outpost known as hell
We was way too drunk off Muscatel
Prone to fail and get thrown in jail
From the stories that the TV was known to tell

This night at the end of the world
Police sirens sing to boys and girls
Handful of pills to press your curl
Baby shine that light, let your fight unfurl

My confession is also my blessing
Hollered Hail Marys suckin on a Smith & Wesson
May salutations interrupt your isolation
I'm just like you, another profit calculation

I learned a lot from things left at my apartment
Forgotten papers that you dropped on my carpet
Musical chairs, you thought your luck was just startin'
Who told the record to stop?
Took the collection note you left at my spot
And made you origami

Woo hoo
Good morning, Mrs. Smith
Woo hoo
Good morning, Mrs. Smith

In the military outpost known as hell
We was way too drunk off Muscatel
Prone to fail and get thrown in jail
From the stories that the TV was known to tell

This night at the end of the world
Police sirens sing to boys and girls
Handful of pills to press your curl
Baby shine that light, let your fight unfurl

Dancin' in my kitchen with Sly Stone's permission
Lit my ignition, cursing fascist apparitions
You said your life was something like the inquisition
All you could do was lay there in prone position

I said there's love inside the people connectin' and interactin'
Strugglin', finding direction
That's why you see insurrection
Here's some affection
We the targets of war
Took the eviction note they tacked on your door
And made you origami

Woo hoo
Good morning, Mrs. Smith
Woo hoo
Good morning, Mrs. Smith

In the military outpost known as hell
We was way too drunk off Muscatel
Prone to fail and get thrown in jail
From the stories that the TV was known to tell

This night at the end of the world
Police sirens sing to boys and girls
Handful of pills to press your curl
Baby shine that light, let your fight unfurl

I heard that power is the rum of the brain
And for us it's fixin', not just numbin' the pain
And I'm not just comin' complainin'
I'm just explanin' how this life is a blessin'
I took the farewell note you meant for your exit
And made you origami

Woo hoo
Good morning, Mrs. Smith
Woo hoo
Good morning, Mrs. Smith
Woo hoo
Good morning, Mrs. Smith
Woo hoo

I am your host for the evening
Don't take the bullet out, leave it in
Intoxicate me till I'm bleedin' gin
And I still walk straighter than them thievin' men

5 million ways to ho, choose one
Consider this game to go, use some
Stockbrokers pace the floor and do some
State fellatio and ooh um

Ay man fuck them Federallies
Muthafuckas can't get enough bread at Rally's
Bringin' white girl through Mexicali
Homies came up and got dead in alleys

Cocaine, soda, and H2O
Tryin to make the dough, here's the hate below
With a statement though:
If we hustle for the state to go
Security'll brace the door
They can't take the blow

Of the Megablast
(Mega-Megablast)
It's a Megablast
(Mega-Megablast)

My heartbeat vacillates to a faster rate
Thinkin' 'bout bills and scratch to make
Muthafuckas work til our back is ached
But calculate what massa take

Revolution Rock on acetate
They seein' how much our ass'll take
How much money can them bastards make?
We gon' wrestle fate, tell 'em pass the cake

Some get drunk off Jack and baked
Yack in the back, come back and drank
Some just mentally masturbate
Won't graduate from class debate

Point forty-four is the calibrate
But they'll replicate if we assassinate
Fuck big biz and their magistrates
Explode on the scene and smash the state

Megablast
(Mega-Megablast)
It's a Megablast
(Mega-Megablast)

Slumlords of the world have united
And they announced a world tour
You are hereby cordially invited
To the Third World War

Slumlords of the world have united
And they announced a world tour
You are hereby cordially invited
To the Third World War

Let's hit em with a Megablast
(Mega-Megablast)
It's a Megablast
(Mega-Megablast)
It's a Megablast
(Mega-Megablast)
It's a Megablast
(Mega-Megablast)

Well I got a new kinda squaredance rap
Gon' talk smack, flash my gat
I'm finna spit and hold my dick
And heat shit up like a thermostat

Grab your partner by the chaps
Give your partner a pimp-slap
To symbolize the ghetto trap
Step to the right, give three claps

Kids jam-packed in tenement shacks
Ain't shit cookin' on the stove but crack
This is the bat this hell begat
'Cause bosses are kleptomaniacs

Two by two, Promenade
Duck from a B1 bomber raid
Ain't 'bout the plans Osama made
Banks get paid off petrol trade

Circulate, Dosey-do
How much cash could a o-z grow?
Till all are fed and all have beds
My skin is black, my star is red

FBI comin round the outside
Which one of us finna die tonight?
Is we finna fight over crumbs to bite
Or make a whole muthafuckin world ignite?

Everybody throw them bows
Right upside your partner's nose
By now you've got bloody clothes
Crabs in the barrel, so the story goes

Think of all their savage acts
Grabbin' scratch from average cats
Bureaucrats with strings attached
Walk in place, light the match

Two by two, Promenade
Duck from a B1 bomber raid
Ain't 'bout the plans Osama made
Banks get paid off petrol trade

Circulate, Dosey-do
How much cash could a o-z grow?
Till all are fed and all have beds
My skin is black, my star is red

Everybody get down low
'Bout the level of your toes
These dance moves we usually do
Are not the ones that we have chose

Grab on to that beat and grind
Try your best to stay alive
We can run, we can't hide
Might as well just stay and fight

Two by two, Promenade
Duck from a B1 bomber raid
Ain't 'bout the plans Osama made
Banks get paid off petrol trade

Circulate, Dosey-do
How much cash could a o-z grow?
Till all are fed and all have beds
My skin is black, my star is red

Nobody moves til we say go

Tired, broke, and winded
We get low percentage
So, I'm so committed
And I'm so commended

But when I say it's to the death
That's open ended
I might never die
Til bosses is croaked and ended

I might never rhyme unless I put Oakland in it
I might never sleep til this flyer's wrote and printed
This may not be spoken proper
I'm smilin holding choppers
Foot on the coppers
In the photo finish

Nobody moves til we say go
Nobody moves til we say go
Nobody moves til we say go
Nobody moves til we say go

(Go!)
Nobody moves til we say go
(Go! Go!)
Nobody moves til we say go
(Go! Go!)
Nobody moves til we say go
(Go! Go!)
Nobody moves til we say go
(Go! Go!)

In a coat of linen
Not just quotin Lenin
Strike a blow and hit 'em
Like the cobras totin venom

I'm your co-defendant
This system's broke and bended
Them millionaires on TV
That's a token image

Plus they're owned and rented
The most we get is a car with spokes and tinted
Let's get loc'd and win it

We can slow their business
Til their dough diminish
When they meet these demands
We'll be foldin spinach

Nobody moves til we say go
Nobody moves til we say go
Nobody moves til we say go
Nobody moves til we say go

(Go!)
Nobody moves til we say go
(Go! Go!)
Nobody moves til we say go
(Go! Go!)
Nobody moves til we say go
(Go! Go!)
Nobody moves til we say go
(Go! Go!)

Nobody moves til we say go
Nobody moves til we say go
Nobody moves til we say go
Nobody moves til we say (Go!)

Nobody moves til we say go
(Go! Go!)
Nobody moves til we say go
(Go! Go!)
Nobody moves til we say go
(Go! Go!)
Nobody moves til we say go
(Go! Go!)