Freedom

It's shan's what I'm called

I stand tall and brave

And me and marley marl is as close as a shave

My rhymes lock jaw like a pitbull bite

Suckers always try to sleep on me cause I look light

See

A lotta wack rappers try to rack their brains

To feel a style of mc

Come on

Break these chains

Speak now or hold your peace when I decide to pass it

But every rhyme you ever had could never surpass this

If rhymes were food

The main source for livin

You would swear that every line of my rhyme was thanksgiving

I don't bite styles

Weak rhymes

I don't need em

Stop jockin me

Boy

Give me my freedom

I wanna break away clean

I mean virtually spotless

And all year long I been schemin and plottin this

If beats were cakes

Then my rhymes'd get frosted

This is '88 and I still ain't lost it

For all of those who still got a doubt in their mind

There ain't a rapper livin bad enough to take mine

There ain't no studio illusion and no scratch syncin

Stop if that's what you're thinkin

Write rhymes simultaneously

Say em in pairs

And I would hate to have a rapper proclaim it theirs

Instead in comin in a limo

Bring a casket and hearse

Before we speak we'll hear the preacher from the deacon first

We won't be gathered that day to unite no couple up

Marley

Are we gettin this on tape

Yup

All you dirty low down better slow down faster

Your technique isn't good enough to hang with the master

I don't bite styles

Weak rhymes

I don't need em

Stop jockin me

Boy

Jockin me

Son

Jockin me

Punk

Jockin me

Kid

Give me my

Give me my

Give me my freedom

I'm the opposite of what you say a slob is

Dumpin suckers off is exactly what my job is

I'm feared like napoleon and blessed like buddah

You couldn't face me solo

You'd have to bring your crew to

Dump me off

I don't recollect the mumble

I ain't soft

Homeboy

And picture me crumble

And forget all of those that don't like my rap

I don't be kickin that old shooby dooby doo wop crap

Rappers often brag about their bitin deejay

But they can't do marley nothin

No how

So hey

It's clear to the ear what I'm sayin

Son

That's why we feel like slaves on the freedom run

And each and every time a wack rapper walks by me

His head starts singincome on and fly me

I don't bite styles

Weak rhymes

I don't need em

Stop jockin me

Boy

Jockin me

Son

Jockin me

Punk

Jockin me

Kid

Give me my freedom

We can do this like brutus

I'm not mad

I'm pissed

This parade of mine I doubt that you can rain on this

You couldn't place my rhymes amongst mortal men

When I be rhymin on beats that set the hip hop trend

I will always exist because I'm bein preserved

Don't agree to set me free

Then you gotta be served

I earned a name amongst society as lyrically ill

But yet I'm loyal

See

Cause marley hooks the beat up still

There's no way that you could say there's a day I'd fess

Hamana hamana nothin

You can kill that mess

My rhymes are ruthless

No heart

And totally wretched

And if they was to fall down then the beats would catch it

I don't bite styles

Weak rhymes

I don't need em

Stop jockin me

Boy

Jockin me

Son

Jockin me

Punk

Jockin me

Kid

Give me my

Give me my

Give me my freedom