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Immortal Technique - Freedom of Speech lyrics
Freedom of speech, motherfucker Okay, something for the kids (hahaha) (Pinocchio) I got no strings to hold be down To make me fret or make me frown I had strings, but now I'm free I got no strings on me [Verse 1] Step into the club smoothly with a L in my hand Bitches know that I'm a freak like the elephant man Intelligent plans Fuck a record deal, I want development land With my benevolent clan And that's the reason that I only trust my fam 40,000 records sold, 400 grand Fuck a middle man, I won't pay anyone else I'll bootleg it and sell it to the streets my self I'd rather be that than signed and stuck on a shelf And because of this executives try to diss me Racism frozen in time like Walt Disney And now they say they wanna get me signed to the majors If I switch up my politics and change my behavior Try to tell me what to rhyme about over the beat Bitch niggas that never spent a day in the street But I repeat that nobody can hold my reigns I put the truth on tracks nigga, simple and plain (Pinocchio) I got no strings, so I have fun I'm not tied up when we need one They've got strings but you can see There are no strings on me! [Verse 2] I guess to America I'm a disaster A slave that was destined to own his masters Independent in every single sense of the word I say what I want, you fuckin little sensitive herb This is America, I thought we had freedom of speech But now you want try to control the way that I speak And O'Reilly you think that you a patriot? You ain't nothing but a motherfuckin racist bitch Fulla hatred, pressin a button trying to inject me But I ain't got no motherfuckin deal with Pepsi No corporate sponser telling me what to do Asking me to tone it down during the interview Tryin' to minimize the issue, but I'm keeping it large I love the place that I live, but I hate the people in charge Speakin is hard when you got strings attached So I'm a say it for you 'cause I ain't got none o' that And if you didn't understand what I spit at your brain Aiyyo son, let this little nigga explan: (Pinocchio) I got no strings to hold be down To make me fret or make me frown I had strings, but now I'm free I got no strings on me Come on son, y'all niggas know the way I do Immortal Technique, got com (?) live for you And I know sometimes it be making you nervous The way I snatch puppet rappers that belong in a circus You motherfuckers just can't compare Looking for a fan base that's no longer there I know that you're scared, and you're hidin' up in the cut But this is freedom of speech nigga, tell 'em what's up Word nigga, fuck John Ashcroft! Nigga, fuck Fox News! Fuck those snake-ass bitches Tryin to manipulate your opinion, tellin you what to think Word the fuck up, like "we invaded niggas 'cause we want to free them" You racist motha fucka, you don't give a shit about those people You can suck my dick!! (hahahaha) Another rum and coke at the bar, nigga Its my day off, word up Fuck, for the kids, (ha) for the kids (hahaha) Beat Bandits |
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