oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh free free free free free free free free free free free free free free free free you can clip my wings shackle and chain me back straight standing tall a child of god and i m free spit in my face hold me down i mma keep my feet firm to the ground cause i m free yeah your a r s a house nigga the label s the plantation now switch that advance for your emancipation mc s in the field like pick cotton for real i pop blocks like beat street with a notch and a kill they take the strongest of slaves to compete in a track meet for the king of the city sang songs of back streets choruses of cocaine tales and black heat only to trade niggas like professional athletes don t take that merchandising snatch that publishing package that black ass ship you to london by way of france germany dublin a railroad to underground like harriet tubman while ya ll stay struggling we smuggle mcs through the streets til we bubbling on mix cds hustling klan see me on the block and say freeze i say fuck you i m a man i m free you can clip my wings shackle and chain me back straight standing tall a child of god and i m free spit in my face hold me down i mma keep my feet firm to the ground cause i m free okay yo i give birth to verses in churches with no confession so please pardon my post partum depression a list mc to spit it in c sections for immature minds that get it with each lesson three fifths of a man ass jigga with no plans how you discussing publishing figures without a band they got digital codes on our music for them to scan so even when you sample a snare you paying the klan so google pharoahe monch search triskaidekaphobia i ll explain why these city banks watch over ya i ll peep the future in my sleep to be honest man we never had a mutual relationship with washington why because i believe they put the virus in the latex condoms that they sell us call it safe sex what i spit not only causes a glitch in the matrix but another listed terror threat that they ain t even faced yet  you can clip my wings shackle and chain me back straight standing tall a child of god and i m free spit in my face hold me down i mma keep my feet firm to the ground cause i m free you can clip my wings shackle and chain me back straight standing tall a child of god and i m free no you can t define it you re blinded by the light when i rock the mic cause i m free got you sick with emotions drink this potion dj mc free like the thief in the night brown skin ready to win if you re prepared to fight