Freedom / Give Me My Freedom

featuring M.C. Shan

[Verse 1]

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

[Verse 2]

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 dont 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

[Verse 3]

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