Pharoahe Monch - Free + lyrics

My favourite emcee rippin the mic [lyrics] You can clip my wings, shackle and chain me Back straight standing tall a child of God, N' I'm... Free! Spit in my face, hold me down I'ma keep my feet firm to the ground, cuz I'm... Free! Your A&R's a house nigga, the labels the plantation Now switch that advance for your emancipation MC's are the field like pick cotton for real I pop blocks like beat street with a notch n' a kill They take the strongest of slaves to compete in a track meat For the King of the city sang songs of back streets Choruses of cocaine tales and black heat Only to trade niggas like professional athletes! Don't take that merchandising, snatch that publishing Practice that black ass, ship you to London By way of France, Germany, Dublin A railroad to underground like Harriet Tubman While ya'll stay strugglin' we smuggle MC's through the streets Till we bubblin' on mix CD's, hustlin' Clans see me on the block n' say freeze I say Fuck You! I'm a man, I'm Free! You can clip my wings, shackle and chain me Back straight standing tall a child of God, N' I'm... Free! Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com Spit in my face, hold me down I'ma keep my feet firm to the ground, cuz I'm... Free! I give birth to verses in churches with no confession So please pardon my post-partum depression A-list MC to spit it in C-Sections For immature minds that get it with each lesson Three-fifths of a man ass jigga with no plans How you discussing publishing figures without a ...

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