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Free |
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You can clip my wings, shackle and chain me |
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Back straight standing tall a child of God, N' I'm... Free! |
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Spit in my face, hold me down |
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I'ma keep my feet firm to the ground, cuz I'm... Free! |
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Your A&R's a house nigga, the labels the plantation |
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Now switch that advance for your emancipation |
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MC's are the field like pick cotton for real |
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I pop blocks like beat street with a notch n' a kill |
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They take the strongest of slaves to compete in a track meat |
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For the King of the city sang songs of back streets |
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Choruses of cocaine tales and black heat |
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Only to trade niggas like professional athletes! |
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Don't take that merchandising, snatch that publishing |
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Practice that black ass, ship you to London |
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By way of France, Germany, Dublin |
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A railroad to underground like Harriet Tubman |
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While ya'll stay strugglin' we smuggle MC's through the streets |
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Till we bubblin' on mix CD's, hustlin' |
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Clans see me on the block n' say freeze |
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I say **** You! I'm a man, I'm Free! |
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You can clip my wings, shackle and chain me |
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Back straight standing tall a child of God, N' I'm... Free! |
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Spit in my face, hold me down |
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I'ma keep my feet firm to the ground, cuz I'm... Free! |
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I give birth to verses in churches with no confession |
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So please pardon my post-partum depression |
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A-list MC to spit it in C-Sections |
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For immature minds that get it with each lesson |
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Three-fifths of a man ass jigga with no plans |
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How you discussing publishing figures without a band |
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They got digital codes on our music for them to scan |
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So even when you sample a snare you can't even clan |
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So google Pharoahe Monch, search Triskaidekaphobia |
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I'll explain why these city banks Wachovia |
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I'll peep the future in my sleep, to be honest man |
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We never had a mutual relationship with Washington |
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Why? Because I believe they put the virus in the latex |
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Condoms that they sell us, call it safe sex |
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What I spit, not only causes a glitch in The Matrix |
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But another terrorist that they haven't faced yet! |
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You can clip my wings, shackle and chain me |
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Back straight standing tall a child of God, N' I'm... Free! |
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Spit in my face, hold me down |
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I'ma keep my feet firm to the ground, cuz I'm... Free! |
