Above The Law - Freedom Of Speech Lyrics
[ KM.G ]Yo, what's happenin, man?Yo, they tryin to come down on the ATL when whe speakThey say we on a negative tipWhat's up?[ VERSE 1: Cold 187um ]Now I'ma kick a way-out style that's smoother than usualIt's from Above The Law, so see, it's crucialHype beats are kickin and rippin, yo, with a funky touchIt's done the Ruthless way, some say it's too muchD-o-p-e, please don't misdefine itThat's the way that I live and, that's the style of my rhymeThat's on time, just like your watch keeps tickin(KM.G) on my side, so that my knowledge keeps stickinNow what's really known as a radio cut?When you can's say (shit) and you can't say (*****)I really think you wanna hear itBut the radio stations, you see, they still gonna fear itYo, I thought this country was based upon freedom of speechFreedom of press, freedom of your own religionTo make your own decision, now that's baloneyCause if I gotta play by your rules, I'm bein phoneyYo, I got to cater to this person or that personI got to rhyme for the white or the black person?Why can't it all be equal?Music is a universal language for all peopleI better get off the rebellious tipBefore somebody out there say I'm startin to slipI ain't trippin, I'm steadily flowin and throwinGivin you a dope styleKeepin me on top of the pileCause ATL'll soon take over the nationAnd if you don't wanna hear us, well, change the stationBoo! I sneak in your mind your mindSink in your mind, creep from behindSo fast that you won't have timeTo deny a brother that's from the streetsTryin to teach, hopin to reachYo, 187's not one that's known to preachBut I wish for each to have freedom of speech(Congress shall make no lawRespecting an establishment of religionOr prehibiting the free exercise thereofOr abridging the freedom of speech or of the press)[ VERSE 2: Cold 187um ]They'll milk you to make it understoodThey make it good, so that it taste real goodTo you, so see, you fall right in itYour minds are small, they feed you like infantsLike children they'll bring you alongThey say we're wrong for makin a rap songBut ATL'll hit you straight up jam after jamLong as we say what we want, make our stamps, we don't give a damnThose that wanna sell out need to get the ***** out the businessCause they ain't doin nothin but bluffinMe, I get wild every rhyme I releaseWhether I talk about violence or talk about peaceCause violence is somethin that happens in societyWhen people are livin low and don't kow where they can goBut peace, I think we all want peaceBut it's too much to face, and it's too far to reachWhether I say my rhymes fast, slow, sloppy or neatSee, I wish when I'm doin, to have freedom of speech(Congress shall make no lawRespecting an establishment of religionOr prehibiting the free exercise thereofOr abridging the freedom of speech or of the press)[ VERSE 3: Cold 187um ]Now if they ban me, I don't give a *****Chalk it up as experience (yeah, bad luck)Because I'm ballin with Laylaw's cloutAnd if he say that it stays, the shit comes outCause in the early days when rap first beganSome fool jumped up and said it soon would endBut nowadays I hear song after songAnd it proved to me that the fool was wrongSo yo, cut the bullshit, all set asideIt's time for the people to realizeAbout the things that happen in the ghetto which those try to hideWhen 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 outYou got to give your child credit for what he can doPlus the way that they're raised is really up to youRap music, a form of literatureWords and verbs and adjectivesPainted up like a pictureYo, it's gonna hitcha, yo, it's gonna getchaAnd 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, andWe will speak out on any situationBut while we're doinYo, we gotta have freedom of speech[ KM.G ]Yeah - see, that's how we had to do thatYo, I gotta give it up to all my homeboysThat got freedom of speechYo, Cold 187Ice CubeMC RenThe deadly Dr. DreEazy-EThe G-o M-a-c-kTotal Koss housin thangsRuthless in the mutha*****in houseYo, to my homie D.O.C.And Laylaw with the cloutAnd we out
