Give Me My Freedom

[ VERSE 1 ]<br>M.C. Shan`s what I`m called, I stand tall and brave<br>And me and Marley Marl is as close as a shave<br>My rhymes lock jaw like a pitbull bite<br>Suckers always try to sleep on me cause I look light<br>See, a lotta wack rappers try to rack their brains<br>To feel a style of MC, come on, break these chains<br>Speak now or hold your peace when I decide to pass this<br>But every rhyme you ever had could never surpass this<br>If rhymes were food, the main source for livin<br>You would swear that every line of my rhyme was Thanksgiving<br>I don`t bite styles, weak rhymes, I don`t need em<br>Stop jockin me, boy - give me my freedom<br><br>[ VERSE 2 ]<br>I wanna break away clean, I mean virtually spotless<br>And all year long I been schemin and plottin this<br>If beats were cakes, then my rhymes`d get frosted<br>This is `88 and I still ain`t lost it<br>For all of those who still got a doubt in their mind<br>There ain`t a rapper livin bad enough to take mine<br>There ain`t no studio-illusion and no scratch-syncin<br>Stop - if that`s what you`re thinkin<br>Write rhymes simultaneously, say em in pairs<br>And I would hate to have a rapper proclaim they`re theirs<br>Instead in comin in a limo, bring a casket and hearse<br>Before we speak we`ll hear the preacher from the deacon first<br>We won`t be gathered that day to unite no couple up<br>Marley, are we gettin this on tape? (Yup)<br>All you dirty low-down better slow down faster<br>Your technique isn`t good enough to hang with the master<br>I don`t bite styles, weak rhymes, I dont need em<br>Stop jockin me, boy<br>Jockin me, son<br>Jockin me, punk<br>Jockin me, kid<br>Give me my<br>Give me my<br>Give me my freedom<br><br>[ VERSE 3 ]<br>I`m the opposite of what you say a slob is<br>Dumpin suckers off is exactly what my job is<br>I`m feared like Napoleon and blessed like Buddah<br>You couldn`t face me solo, you`d have to bring your crew to<br>Dump me off, I don`t recollect the mumble<br>I ain`t soft, homeboy, and picture me crumble<br>And forget all of those that don`t like my rap<br>I don`t be kickin that old shooby-dooby-doo-wop crap<br>Rappers often brag about their bitin deejay<br>But they can`t do Marley nothin, no how, so hey<br>It`s clear to the ear what I`m sayin, son<br>That`s why we feel like slaves on the freedom run<br>And each and every time a wack rapper walks by me<br>His head starts singin: Come on and fly me...<br>I don`t bite styles, weak rhymes, I don`t need em<br>Stop jockin me, boy<br>Jockin me, son<br>Jockin me, punk<br>Jockin me, kid<br>Give me my freedom<br><br>[ VERSE 4 ]<br>We can do this like Brutus, I`m not mad, I`m pissed<br>This parade of mine I doubt that you can rain on this<br>You couldn`t place my rhymes amongst mortal men<br>When I be rhymin on beats that set the hip-hop trend<br>I will always exist because I`m bein preserved<br>Don`t agree to set me free, then you gotta be served<br>I earned a name amongst society as lyrically ill<br>But yet I`m loyal, see, cause Marley hooks the beat up still<br>There`s no way that you could say there`s a day I`d fess<br>Hamana-hamana-nothin, you can kill that mess<br>My rhymes are ruthless, no heart, and totally wretched<br>And if they was to fall down, then the beats would catch it<br>I don`t bite styles, weak rhymes, I don`t need em<br>Stop jockin me, boy<br>Jockin me, son<br>Jockin me, punk<br>Jockin me, kid<br>Give me my<br>Give me my<br>Give me my freedom<br><br>Give me my freedom or not<br>I DON`T GIVE A F-<br>You don`t wanna play this?<br>Suck my -<br>Fuck off, muthafuckas<br>You don`t like this?<br>I don`t give a fuck<br>Just gimme my muthafuckin freedom<br>Goddamn!