paroles de chanson Freedom of Speech - Above the Law
[KM.G]
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?
[VERSE
1:
Cold
187um]
Now
I'ma
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
(KM.G)
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
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)
[VERSE
2:
Cold
187um]
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)
[VERSE
3:
Cold
187um]
Now
if
they
ban
me,
I
don't
give
a
fuck
Chalk
it
up
as
experience
(yeah,
bad
luck)
Because
I'm
ballin
with
Laylaw'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
[KM.G]
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
Koss
housin
thangs
Ruthless
in
the
muthafuckin
house
Yo,
to
my
homie
D.O.C.
And
Laylaw
with
the
clout
And
we
out
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