Above the Law - Freedom of Speech lyrics
[Above the Law - Freedom of Speech lyrics]
Yo, what's happenin, man?
Yo, they tryin to come down on
The ATL when whe speak
They say we on a negative tip what's up?
Now I'mma kick a way-out style
That's smoother than usual
It's from Above The Law, so see, it's crucial
Hype beats are kickin and rippin, yo
With a funky touch
It's done the Ruthless way
Some say it's too much
D-o-p-e, please don't misdefine it
That's the way that I live and
That's the style of my rhyme that's on time
Just like your watch keeps tickin
(KMG) on my side
So that my knowledge keeps stickin
Now what's really known as a radio cut?
When you can's say
(shit) and you can't say (fuck)
I really think you wanna hear it
But the radio stations, you see
They still gonna fear it
Yo, I thought this country was
Based upon freedom of speech
Freedom of press
Freedom of your own religion
To make your own decision, now that's baloney
Cause if I gotta play by your rules
I'm bein phoney yo, I got to cater to
This person or that person
I got to rhyme for the
White or the black person?
Why can't it all be equal?
Music is a universal language for all people
I better get off the rebellious tip
Before somebody out there say
I'm startin to slip i ain't trippin
I'm steadily flowin and throwin
Givin you a dope style
Keepin me on top of the pile
Cause ATL'll soon take over the nation
And if you don't wanna hear us, well
Change the station boo! I sneak in your mind
Sink in your mind, creep from behind
So fast that you won't have time
To deny a brother that's from the streets
Tryin to teach, hopin to reach
Yo, 187's not one that's known to preach
But I wish for each to have freedom of speech
(Congress shall make no law
Respecting an establishment of religion
Or prehibiting the free exercise thereof
Or abridging the freedom of speech
Or of the press)
They'll milk you to make it understood
They make it good, so that it taste real good
To you, so see, you fall right in it
Your minds are small
They feed you like infants
Like children they'll bring you along
They say we're wrong for makin a rap song
But ATL'll hit you straight up jam after jam
Long as we say what we want, make our stamps
We don't give a damn
Those that wanna sell out need to
Get the fuck out the business
Cause they ain't doin nothin but bluffin
Me, I get wild every rhyme I release
Whether I talk about violence
Or talk about peace
Cause violence is somethin that
Happens in society
When people are livin low and don't
Kow where they can go
But peace, I think we all want peace
But it's too much to face
And it's too far to reach
Whether I say my rhymes fast, slow
Sloppy or neat see, I wish when I'm doin
To have freedom of speech
(Congress shall make no law
Respecting an establishment of religion
Or prehibiting the free exercise thereof
Or abridging the freedom of speech
Or of the press)
Now if they ban me, I don't give a fuck
Chalk it up as experience (yeah, bad luck)
Because I'm ballin with Laidlaw's clout
And if he say that it stays
The shit comes out
Cause in the early days when rap first began
Some fool jumped up and said
It soon would end
But nowadays I hear song after song
And it proved to me that the fool was wrong
So yo, cut the bullshit, all set aside
It's time for the people to realize
About the things that happen in the
Ghetto which those try to hide
When they know we just strive to survive
(The homie said he'd have a job
If you'd give him a break)
But when he gets it
(he goes by the other man's ways) now see
There's just one more thing I
Have to talk about
'bout how they say rap music
Is turnin kids out
You got to give your child credit
For what he can do
Plus the way that they're raised
Is really up to you
Rap music, a form of literature
Words and verbs and adjectives
Painted up like a picture
Yo, it's gonna hitcha, yo, it's gonna getcha
And when I'm all finished up
It's gonna fitcha
(Hittin the nation) station to
Station (heavy rotation)
So strong that it's keepin the pace, and
We will speak out on any situation
But while we're doin
Yo, we gotta have freedom of speech
Yeah - see, that's how we had to do that
Yo, I gotta give it up to all my homeboys
That got freedom of speech yo, Cold 187
Ice Cube mC Ren
The deadly Dr dre eazy-E
The G-o M-a-c-k total Chaos House 'n thangs
Ruthless in the muthafuckin house
Yo, to my homie DOC
And Laylaw with the clout and we out
Yo, they tryin to come down on
The ATL when whe speak
They say we on a negative tip what's up?
Now I'mma kick a way-out style
That's smoother than usual
It's from Above The Law, so see, it's crucial
Hype beats are kickin and rippin, yo
With a funky touch
It's done the Ruthless way
Some say it's too much
D-o-p-e, please don't misdefine it
That's the way that I live and
That's the style of my rhyme that's on time
Just like your watch keeps tickin
(KMG) on my side
So that my knowledge keeps stickin
Now what's really known as a radio cut?
When you can's say
(shit) and you can't say (fuck)
I really think you wanna hear it
But the radio stations, you see
They still gonna fear it
Yo, I thought this country was
Based upon freedom of speech
Freedom of press
Freedom of your own religion
To make your own decision, now that's baloney
Cause if I gotta play by your rules
I'm bein phoney yo, I got to cater to
This person or that person
I got to rhyme for the
White or the black person?
Why can't it all be equal?
Music is a universal language for all people
I better get off the rebellious tip
Before somebody out there say
I'm startin to slip i ain't trippin
I'm steadily flowin and throwin
Givin you a dope style
Keepin me on top of the pile
Cause ATL'll soon take over the nation
And if you don't wanna hear us, well
Change the station boo! I sneak in your mind
Sink in your mind, creep from behind
So fast that you won't have time
To deny a brother that's from the streets
Tryin to teach, hopin to reach
Yo, 187's not one that's known to preach
But I wish for each to have freedom of speech
(Congress shall make no law
Respecting an establishment of religion
Or prehibiting the free exercise thereof
Or abridging the freedom of speech
Or of the press)
They'll milk you to make it understood
They make it good, so that it taste real good
To you, so see, you fall right in it
Your minds are small
They feed you like infants
Like children they'll bring you along
They say we're wrong for makin a rap song
But ATL'll hit you straight up jam after jam
Long as we say what we want, make our stamps
We don't give a damn
Those that wanna sell out need to
Get the fuck out the business
Cause they ain't doin nothin but bluffin
Me, I get wild every rhyme I release
Whether I talk about violence
Or talk about peace
Cause violence is somethin that
Happens in society
When people are livin low and don't
Kow where they can go
But peace, I think we all want peace
But it's too much to face
And it's too far to reach
Whether I say my rhymes fast, slow
Sloppy or neat see, I wish when I'm doin
To have freedom of speech
(Congress shall make no law
Respecting an establishment of religion
Or prehibiting the free exercise thereof
Or abridging the freedom of speech
Or of the press)
Now if they ban me, I don't give a fuck
Chalk it up as experience (yeah, bad luck)
Because I'm ballin with Laidlaw's clout
And if he say that it stays
The shit comes out
Cause in the early days when rap first began
Some fool jumped up and said
It soon would end
But nowadays I hear song after song
And it proved to me that the fool was wrong
So yo, cut the bullshit, all set aside
It's time for the people to realize
About the things that happen in the
Ghetto which those try to hide
When they know we just strive to survive
(The homie said he'd have a job
If you'd give him a break)
But when he gets it
(he goes by the other man's ways) now see
There's just one more thing I
Have to talk about
'bout how they say rap music
Is turnin kids out
You got to give your child credit
For what he can do
Plus the way that they're raised
Is really up to you
Rap music, a form of literature
Words and verbs and adjectives
Painted up like a picture
Yo, it's gonna hitcha, yo, it's gonna getcha
And when I'm all finished up
It's gonna fitcha
(Hittin the nation) station to
Station (heavy rotation)
So strong that it's keepin the pace, and
We will speak out on any situation
But while we're doin
Yo, we gotta have freedom of speech
Yeah - see, that's how we had to do that
Yo, I gotta give it up to all my homeboys
That got freedom of speech yo, Cold 187
Ice Cube mC Ren
The deadly Dr dre eazy-E
The G-o M-a-c-k total Chaos House 'n thangs
Ruthless in the muthafuckin house
Yo, to my homie DOC
And Laylaw with the clout and we out