Immortal Technique - Freedom of Speech lyrics

Heh heh heh freedom of speech, motherfucker!

I got no strings to hold me down (Okay)
To make me fret or make me frown
(Somethin' for the kids, hahahaha)
I had strings, but now I'm free
There are no strings on me

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 middleman, I won't pay anyone else
I'll bootleg it and sell it
To the streets myself (Haha)
I'd rather be that than signed
And stuck on a shelf and because of this
Executives try to diss me (Fuck y'all)
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 (Huh)
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 reins
I put the truth on tracks, nigga
Simple and plain

I got no strings, so I have fun
I'm not tied up to anyone
They've got strings, but you can see
There are no strings on me

I guess to America I'm a disaster (Oh no)
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 (What?)
And O'Reilly, you think that you a patriot?
(yeah right) you ain't nothin' but a
Motherfuckin' racist bitch full of hatred
Pressin' a button tryin' to eject me
(Ha ha ha) but I ain't got no
Motherfuckin' deal with Pepsi
No corporate sponsor tellin' me what to do
Askin' me to tone it
Down during the interview (Never)
Tryin' to minimize the issue but
I'm keepin' it large
I love the place I live but
I hate the people in charge
Speakin' is hard when you
Got strings attached
So I'ma say it for you 'cause
I don't got none of that
And if you didn't understand what
I spit at your brain
Ayo son, let this little nigga explain

I got no strings, so I have fun
I'm not tied up to anyone
They’ve got strings, but you can see
There are no strings on me

Come on, son, y'all niggas know the way I do
Immortal Technique dot com live for you
And I know sometimes it
Be makin' you nervous
The way I snatch puppet rappers
That belong in a circus
You motherfuckers just can't compare
Lookin' for a fanbase 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, nigga
Like, "We invaded niggas ‘cause we
Want to free them" you racist mothafucka!
You don't give a shit about those people
You can suck my dick! (Ha ha haha)
Relax, Tech, relax
Another rum and coke at the bar, nigga!
It's my day off, word up! Fuck
For the kids (Ha) , for the kids (Ha ha ha)
Beat Bandit's