Freedom Of Speech Lyrics - Revolutionary, Vol. 2 - Immortal Technique

Freedom of speech, motherfucker 

Okay, something for the kids (hahaha) 

[Pinocchio] 

I got no strings to hold be down 

To make me fret or make me frown 

I had strings, but now I'm free 

I got no strings on me 

[Verse 1] 

Step into the club smoothly with a L in my hand 

Bitches know that I'm a freak like the elephant man 

Intelligent plans 

Fuck a record deal, I want development land 

With my benevolent clan 

And that's the reason that I only trust my fam 

40,000 records sold, 400 grand 

Fuck a middle man, I won't pay anyone else 

I'll bootleg it and sell it to the streets my self 

I'd rather be that than signed and stuck on a shelf 

And because of this executives try to diss me 

Racism frozen in time like Walt Disney 

And now they say they wanna get me signed to the majors 

If I switch up my politics and change my behavior 

Try to tell me what to rhyme about over the beat 

Bitch niggas that never spent a day in the street 

But I repeat that nobody can hold my reigns 

I put the truth on tracks nigga, simple and plain 

[Pinocchio] 

I got no strings, so I have fun 

I'm not tied up when we need one 

They've got strings but you can see 

There are no strings on me! 

[Verse 2] 

I guess to America I'm a disaster 

A slave that was destined to own his masters 

Independent in every single sense of the word 

I say what I want, you fuckin little sensitive herb 

This is America, I thought we had freedom of speech 

But now you want try to control the way that I speak 

And O'Reilly you think that you a patriot? 

You ain't nothing but a motherfuckin racist bitch 

Fulla hatred, pressin a button trying to inject me 

But I ain't got no motherfuckin deal with Pepsi 

No corporate sponser telling me what to do 

Asking me to tone it down during the interview 

Tryin' to minimize the issue, but I'm keeping it large 

I love the place that I live, but I hate the people in charge 

Speakin is hard when you got strings attached 

So I'm a say it for you 'cause I ain't got none o' that 

And if you didn't understand what I spit at your brain 

Aiyyo son, let this little nigga explan: 

[Pinocchio] 

I got no strings to hold be down 

To make me fret or make me frown 

I had strings, but now I'm free 

I got no strings on me 

Come on son, y'all niggas know the way I do 

Immortal Technique, got com (?) live for you 

And I know sometimes it be making you nervous 

The way I snatch puppet rappers that belong in a circus 

You motherfuckers just can't compare 

Looking for a fan base that's no longer there 

I know that you're scared, and you're hidin' up in the cut 

But this is freedom of speech nigga, tell 'em what's up 

Word nigga, fuck John Ashcroft! Nigga, fuck Fox News! Fuck those snake-ass 

bitches Tryin to manipulate your opinion, tellin you what to think 

Word the fuck up, like "we invaded niggas 'cause we want to free them" 

You racist motha fucka, you don't give a shit about those people 

You can suck my dick!! 

(hahahaha) 

Another rum and coke at the bar, nigga 

Its my day off, word up 

Fuck, for the kids, (ha) for the kids (hahaha) 

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