Free

I—I—I—I

I—I—I—I—I—I—I—

I'm free, free, free, free

Free, free, free, free

I'm free, free, free, free

Free, free, free, free (Woo, ugh)

You can clip my wings

Shackle and chain me

Back straight, standing tall

A child of God, and I'm (Free)

Ugh, phew, go

Hey, hey

Spit in my face

Hold me down

I keep my feet firm to the ground

'Cause I'm (Free)

Yeah

Your A&R's a house ****, the label's the plantation

Now, switch that advance for your emancipation (Ugh)

MCs in the field like pick cotton for real

I pop blocks like Beat Street with a notch and a kill (Ugh)

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

For the king of the city sang songs of backstreets

Choruses of cocaine tales and black heat

Only to trade **** like professional athletes

They'll take that merchandising, snatch that publishing

Package that Black ass, ship you to London

By way of France, Germany, Dublin

A railroad to underground, like Harriet Tubman

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

'Til we bubbling on mix CDs, hustling

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

I said, "Fuck you! I'm a man, I'm free" (Woo, ugh)

You can clip my wings

Shackle and chain me

Back straight, standing tall

A child of God, and I'm (Free)

Ugh, phew, go

Hey, hey

Spit in my face

Hold me down

I'ma keep my feet firm to the ground

'Cause I'm (Free)

Okay

Yuh

I give birth to verses in churches with no confession

So please pardon my post-partum depression

A-List MC to spit it in C-Sections

For immature minds that get it with each lesson (Ugh)

Three-fifths-of-a-man-ass **** with no plans

How you discussing publishin' figures without a band?

They got digital codes on our music for them to scan (Huh)

So even when you sample a snare, you paying the Klan

Now Google Pharoahe Monch, search triskaidekaphobia

I'll explain why these city banks watch over ya (Ugh)

I'll peep the future in my sleep

To be honest man, we never had a mutual relationship with Washington

Why? Because I believe they put the virus in the latex— (Hey!)

Condoms that they sell us, call it "safe sex"

What I spit, not only causes a glitch in The Matrix

But another listed terror threat that they ain't even faced yet (Woo, ugh)

You can clip my wings

Shackle and chain me

Back straight, standing tall

A child of God, and I'm (Free)

Ugh, phew, go

Spit in my face

Hold me down

I'ma keep my feet firm to the ground

'Cause I'm (Free)

Woo, ugh

You can clip my wings

Shackle and chain me

Back straight, standing tall

A child of God, and I'm (Free)

No, you can't define it

You're blinded by the light

When I rock the mic

'Cause I'm (Free)

Got you sick with emotions

Drink this potion

DJ, MC, free (Free)

Like the thief in the night

Brown skin, ready to win

If you're prepared to fight