Freedom Of Speech Lyrics

Freedom Of Speech lyrics

Intro  

  

 A yo Ice  man. I'm working on this term paper for college. What's the  

 First Amendment?  

  

 Verse 1  

  

 Freedom of Speech  that's some motherfuckin' bullshit  

 You say the wrong thing  they'll lock your ass up quick  

 The FCC says "Profanity   No Airplay"?  

 They can suck my dick while I take a shit all day  

 Think I give a fuck about some silly bitch named Gore?  

 Yo PMRC  here we go  raw  

 Yo Tip, what's the matter? You ain't gettin' no dick?  

 You're bitchin' about rock'n'roll, that's censorship, dumb bitch  

 The Constitution says we all got a right to speak  

 Say what we want Tip, your argument is weak  

 Censor records, TV, school books too  

 And who decides what's right to hear? You?  

 Hey PMRC, you stupid fuckin' assholes  

 The sticker on the record is what makes 'em sell gold  

 Can't you see, you alcoholic idiots  

 The more you try to suppress us, the larger we get  

  

 Verse 2  

  

 [You have the right to remain silent]  

 Fuck that right! I want the right to talk  

 I want the right to speak, I want the right to walk  

 Where I wanna, yell and I'm gonna  

 Tell and rebel every time I'm on a  

 Microphone on the stage cold illin'  

 The knowledge I drop will be heard by millions  

 We ain't the problems, we ain't the villains  

 It's the suckers deprivin' the truth from our children  

 You can't hide the fact, Jack  

 There's violence in the streets every day, any fool can recognise that  

 But you try to lie and lie  

 And say America's some motherfuckin' apple pie  

 Yo, you gotta be high to believe that  

 You're gonna change the world by a sticker on a record sleeve  

 Cos once you take away my right to speak  

 Everybody in the world's up shit creek  

  

 Verse 3  

  

 Let me tell you about down south  

 Where a motherfucker might as well not even have a mouth  

 Columbus, Georgia, said they'd lock me up  

 If I got on the stage in my show and said "Fuck"  

 So I thought for a minute and said "No,  

 I wasn't even gonna do a damned show"  

 Cos for me to change my words from my rhymes  

 Is never gonna happen cos there's no sell outs on mine  

 But I vowed to get those motherfuckers one day  

 They even arrested Bobby Brown and Cool J  

 Yo, they got their's comin', cos I'm mad and I'm gunnin'  

 Homeboys, and there's no runnin'  

 I'm gonna tell you how I feel about you  

 No bull, no lies, no slack, just straight fact  

 Columbus, Georgia, you can suck my dick  

 You ain't nothin' but a piece of fuckin' shit on the damned map  

  

 Verse 4  

  

 Freedom of Speech, let 'em take it from me  

 Next they'll take it from you, then what you gonna do?  

 Let 'em censor books, let 'em censor art  

 PMRC, this is where the witch hunt starts  

 You'll censor what we see, we read, we hear, we learn  

 The books will burn  

 You better think it out  

 We should be able to say anything, our lungs were meant to shout  

 Say what we feel, yell out what's real  

 Even though it may not bring mass appeal  

 Your opinion is yours, my opinion is mine  

 If you don't like what I'm sayin'? Fine  

 But don't close it, always keep an open mind  

 A man who fails to listen is blind  

 We only got one right left in the world today  

 Let me have it or throw The Constitution away  

  

 Outro (Jello Biafra)  

  

 What they're trying to do with radio, with this, uh, McCarron-Walter  

 Act and a lot of other ways, is start by saying that they're  

 protecting the public from wicked rock bands, or girlie magazines, or  

 whatever. But, if you follow the chain of dominoes that falls down,  

 what they're really trying to do is shut off our access to information  

 itself.  

  

 If they can't do it by law they know there's other ways to do it