Chorus (Porsha & Anita) I want my freedom, full freedom, full freedom, mmm, hmmm x2 Verse 1 As I look in the mirror I see the picture gettin clearer
(feat. Porsha, Anita Thomas) Chorus (Porsha & Anita) I want my freedom, full freedom, full freedom, mmm, hmmm x2 Verse 1 As I look in the mirror I
翻訳: のC -殺人. 自由.
worst In the shape of a size 10 boot Rape and murder throughout the land And they tell you that you're still a free man If this is freedom, I don't
you against us Dogs of the world unite It's Public Enemy [Verse 1: Chuck D] GOD DAMN I state with my fist uplifted In a state where our freedom is severely
Sittin' here in the belly of the beast, C-Murder Trapped in crime behind bars, TRU I'm locked up, ain't no love They won?t let me out, think they testin
This go out to C. Delores Tucker, Bob Dole And anybody else who feels like They stronger than the constitution Freedom of speech big baby, freedom of
(C'mon) Chorus [Verse 3] Bill Clinton in the White House Fucking hoes Innocent kids gettin shot on my block Casket closed Hear the niggas in the cell blocks Screaming for freedom
be set free Riding through dust clouds and barren wastes Galloping hard on the plains Chasing the redskins back to their holes Fighting them at their own game Murder for freedom
This go out to C. Delores Tucker, Bob Dole And everybody else who feels like uh They stronger than the constitution Freedom of speech big baby Freedom
We are - the motherfuckin' future ... future! [Ill Bill] Aiyyo we murderous, I be holdin' more heat than Thermoses, You get your loot house takin' at
, A B I O C O C C C... OK, OK, you better listen to me good, 'cause this is the ABCs of Anarchism A B C OK We'll be singin' when we're singing We'll be
[C-Murder] Baby, you can't listen to all that he say she say stuff going on out there right there you know I can't explain why they mad at us Why they
I'm sayin', makin' it happen Niggas in the rap game, changin' their lives Silk, C-Murder, Master P (Ha, ha) And all the other real mutherfukin' ballers out there (Freedom
show u no love Them niggas ain't no friend to you All them niggas wanna do is put a end to you (verse 1: C-Murder) Look at the future, look into
slanger I serve fiends I once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans But nowadays I be too smart for the task C-Murder been known to keep the rocks
