Squeeze Lyrics

Squeeze that till the puss come out

I don't really know what all the fuss about

We just tryna get it till the cops are called, and then they drop they draws

And then the rocks come out, like

Fuck you talkin bout? I don't really know what all the shocks about

Put em in the middle of the city and a silhouette will wet em I'ma let em weigh they options out, like

Is it worth it? Whether or not that we deserve it?

Better to hide behind the curtain or be left bleedin laid down after curbing? Like

To be certain, something is bubble under the surface

Something is trouble and when they rough and they rumble to take shots at something my aim perfect, perfect

Wading through all the water and the muck and all the mud

Reading the graffiti gotta duck in when they come

Hand is shaking ready time to stuff it in a glove

Hiding in the shadows then we lungin for the gun

This the way we tell em that enough has been enough

Gallons of the gasoline slosh when we run

Thinking we aint ready when the numbers of em come

Grab the detonator and then punch with it your thumb

This the way we do it bringin somethin for the streets

Hittem in they knees and chop em down like a tree

When the getaway come slide in the back seat

Meet back at the spot cuz the plot don't sleep

I aint tryna stop till we kill the disease

I aint tryna stop it we got real enemies

Aint thrills that we seek its the will up in me

Gotta make em bleed till the pigs don't breathe

Untopped control, unstoppable, when flocks of drones take shots at homes

The people are shivering locked in holes, keepin stocks of rations past locks and bolts

Check points check that youre not a mole, AK47 when they on patrol

They locked and loaded when the tires roll, robotic dogs with fire throats

That's the way chokin when they grip and hold, black leather gloves that twist your throat

That setting sun, man you better run, cuz to monsters the moon is the mistletoe

No whistle blowin when the system broken and the politicians even pistol holdin

Yeah they sickle swingin and displayin bodies tryna make examples how not to go

Social credit for blind compliance, lick the boots of the violent giants

Groomed for servitude and reliance, doomed to toil and die in silence

Buyin science to lie in guidance, discredit evidence minds are blinded

Propaganda stitched in the fabric and printed black on tired eyelids

That's why we have come to meet and fightin for ourselves

Plans laid on the tables and explosives on the shelves

Backed into a corner hungry animals will attack

Once we steppin forward know that there's no turning back