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Above the Law - Freedom of Speech lyrics
[ KM.G ] Yo, what's happenin, man? Yo, they tryin to come down on the ATL when whe speak They say we on a negative tip What's up? [ VERSE 1: Cold 187um ] Now I'ma kick a way-out style that's smoother than usual It's from Above The Law, so see, it's crucial Hype beats are kickin and rippin, yo, with a funky touch It's done the Ruthless way, some say it's too much D-o-p-e, please don't misdefine it That's the way that I live and, that's the style of my rhyme That's on time, just like your watch keeps tickin (KM.G) on my side, so that my knowledge keeps stickin Now what's really known as a radio cut? When you can's say (shit) and you can't say (fuck) I really think you wanna hear it But the radio stations, you see, they still gonna fear it Yo, I thought this country was based upon freedom of speech Freedom of press, freedom of your own religion To make your own decision, now that's baloney Cause if I gotta play by your rules, I'm bein phoney Yo, I got to cater to this person or that person I got to rhyme for the white or the black person? Why can't it all be equal? Music is a universal language for all people I better get off the rebellious tip Before somebody out there say I'm startin to slip I ain't trippin, I'm steadily flowin and throwin Givin you a dope style Keepin me on top of the pile Cause ATL'll soon take over the nation And if you don't wanna hear us, well, change the station Boo! I sneak in your mind your mind Sink in your mind, creep from behind So fast that you won't have time To deny a brother that's from the streets Tryin to teach, hopin to reach Yo, 187's not one that's known to preach But I wish for each to have freedom of speech (Congress shall make no law Respecting an establishment of religion Or prehibiting the free exercise thereof Or abridging the freedom of speech or of the press) [ VERSE 2: Cold 187um ] They'll milk you to make it understood They make it good, so that it taste real good To you, so see, you fall right in it Your minds are small, they feed you like infants Like children they'll bring you along They say we're wrong for makin a rap song But ATL'll hit you straight up jam after jam Long as we say what we want, make our stamps, we don't give a damn Those that wanna sell out need to get the fuck out the business Cause they ain't doin nothin but bluffin Me, I get wild every rhyme I release Whether I talk about violence or talk about peace Cause violence is somethin that happens in society When people are livin low and don't kow where they can go But peace, I think we all want peace But it's too much to face, and it's too far to reach Whether I say my rhymes fast, slow, sloppy or neat See, I wish when I'm doin, to have freedom of speech (Congress shall make no law Respecting an establishment of religion Or prehibiting the free exercise thereof Or abridging the freedom of speech or of the press) [ VERSE 3: Cold 187um ] Now if they ban me, I don't give a fuck Chalk it up as experience (yeah, bad luck) Because I'm ballin with Laylaw's clout And if he say that it stays, the shit comes out Cause in the early days when rap first began Some fool jumped up and said it soon would end But nowadays I hear song after song And it proved to me that the fool was wrong So yo, cut the bullshit, all set aside It's time for the people to realize About the things that happen in the ghetto which those try to hide When they know we just strive to survive (The homie said he'd have a job, if you'd give him a break) But when he gets it (he goes by the other man's ways) Now see, there's just one more thing I have to talk about 'bout how they say rap music is turnin kids out You got to give your child credit for what he can do Plus the way that they're raised is really up to you Rap music, a form of literature Words and verbs and adjectives Painted up like a picture Yo, it's gonna hitcha, yo, it's gonna getcha And when I'm all finished up, it's gonna fitcha (Hittin the nation) station to station (heavy rotation) So strong that it's keepin the pace, and We will speak out on any situation But while we're doin Yo, we gotta have freedom of speech [ KM.G ] Yeah - see, that's how we had to do that Yo, I gotta give it up to all my homeboys That got freedom of speech Yo, Cold 187 Ice Cube MC Ren The deadly Dr. Dre Eazy-E The G-o M-a-c-k Total Koss housin thangs Ruthless in the muthafuckin house Yo, to my homie D.O.C. And Laylaw with the clout And we out |
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