Immortal Technique Freedom Of Speech Lyrics

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)

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