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I'm Free!

Free!

Free!



(Hook)

You can take my ways, shackle and chain me

Back straight, standin' tall, child of God I'm (Free!)

Spit in my face, hold me down

I keep my feet firm to the ground cause I'm (Free!)






(Verse 1)

Ya A&R's the house nigga, the label is the plantation

Now switch that advance for your emancipation

You seeds in the field, like picked cotton for real

I pop glocks like Beat street with an option to kill

They take the strongest of slaves to compete in a track meet

For the king of the city, sing songs of back streets

Choruses of cocaine tales and black heat

Only to trade niggas like professional athletes

They'll take that merchandising

Snatch that publishing

Pack that black ass, ship you to London

Buy a way to France, Germany, Dublin

A real rogue from underground like Harriet Tubman

While y'all stay struggling, we smuggle MCs through the streets

They'll be bubblin' on mixed CDs, hustlin'

Klan seen me on the block and said, "Freeze!"

I said, "Fuck you! I'm a man, I'm Free!"



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Ok...



(Verse 2)

I give birth to verses in churches with no confession

So please pardon my postpartum depression

A-list MCs can spit it in C-sections

For immature minds to get it with each lesson

Three Fifth's of a man ask nigga with no plans,

"How you discussin' publishing figures without a? Man.?"

They got digital codes on the music for them to scan

So even when you sample a snare you payin' the clan

Now Google Pharoahe Monch, search "trescadecaphobia" (triskaidekaphobia")

I'll explain while these 'City Banks' 'watch over ya/Wachovia'

I peeped the future in my sleep

To be honest man, we never had a 'Mutual' relationship with 'Washington' (Why?)

Cause i believe they put the virus in the latex

Condoms that they sell us, call it "Safe Sex"

When i spit, they not only call it just a glitch in the Matrix

But an errorless, terror threat that they aint even face yet



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