The Big Juicy Berry Intro Uh — big juicy berry, ripe on the vine... Verse 1 Every nation on the planet got their eyes on the prize, See a big juicy berry through dollar-sign eyes. Sixty years they been squeezing, sixty years of thirst, Drink the juice and call America the worst. Baron gave the order with a floating grin: "It's yours to squeeze, Rabban — squeeze and squeeze and squeeze, Give me spice!" Keep 'em breathing, take it all with ease. Feyd said "squeeze, brother — not crush," that's the rule, Don't break the people, just play 'em for a fool. He who controls the spice controls the universe — And the berry's on the table and they're dying of thirst. Hook Squeeze the berry! Bleed it dry! Take the juice and let the vine die! Not your orchard, not your farm — Want the fruit? You won't take the arm! Hands off the berry, let it be — Grown by the brave, picked by the free! Verse 2 Honeymoon lights, camera man said "cheese," Said the session's free, put my mind at ease. Hour of flashes, then a quiet room, Pen and paper like a bride and groom. Ninety-nine a pop, twenty-five to choose, Fifteen hundred for the batch — you win, I lose. Ninety percent commission, he can't afford to pass, Came from Africa where that cash is upper-class. Try that price in France — they'd laugh you out the door, Germany, Czechia, China — they'd pay it nevermore. Run the exchange, do the math, it's insane — No other country's walking down that pain. Why's America the sole exception, friend? 'Cause we're the juicy berry they squeeze 'til the end. Verse 3 They check your GDP before they set the price, Ninety K a head — man, doesn't that look nice? Sixty in Deutschland, forty-nine in France, Thirty-six in Czechia — watch the dollars dance. Build the ramp as high as your wallet goes, Even mid-price hurts — that's how the squeezing flows. Our own will squeeze us too, that's a bitter pill, But at least those dollars stay in the States, still. So why's the world convinced we're strapped with cash, When most of us are one missed check from the crash? Inherently we're poor — that's the truth they skip, Still charge the highest price on every trip. Verse 4 They tariff the crap out of everything we sell, Highest rates on Earth — go to hell, oh well. Turn it back around, give 'em back the play, They whine like little bitches — "that's not fair!" they say. Why can't Europe pay for their own defense? Why's the check on us? It don't make sense. Empty armories, thin budgets, rusting tanks, While Uncle Sam's the one they gotta thank. And why are we the ones launching them to space? Why don't they build their rockets, run their own race? Their satellites ride on our American flame, 'Cause we spent the money — it's always the same game. Bridge We weren't born with golden spoons in our mouths, Built this harvest north, east, west, and south. Not inherent wealth — it's the work ethic's fire, And politics of freedom lifting higher. You can't squeeze sweat from a stone you didn't earn — Touch the berry and the whole vine burns! Final Hook Squeeze the berry! Try it, son — Juice runs out when the work's not done! Not your orchard, not your farm — Want the fruit? You won't take the arm! Hands off the berry, let it be — Grown by the brave, picked by the free! Outro Big juicy berry, hanging high — Squeeze it and the whole world cries...,
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