Freedom Of Speech Lyrics - Livin' Like Hustlers - Above The Law

Yo, what's happenin', man? 

Yo, they tryin' to come down on the ATL 

When we speak, they say we on a negative tip 

What's up? 

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 

Dope, 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' 

(KMG) 

On my side, so that my knowledge keeps stickin' 

Now, what's really known as a radio cut? 

When you can say and you can't say 

(Shit, 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 being phony 

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 prohibiting the free exercise thereof 

Or abridging the freedom of speech or of the press 

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 know 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 prohibiting the free exercise thereof 

Or abridging the freedom of speech or of the press 

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 

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 Go Mack 

Total Koss housin' thangs 

Ruthless in the muthafuckin' house 

Yo, to my homie D.O.C 

And Laylaw with the clout and we out