Free

[Intro] I—I—I—I I—I—I—I—I—I—I— I'm free, free, free, free Free, free, free, free I'm free, free, free, free Free, free, free, free (Woo, ugh) [Chorus: Pharoahe Monch] You can clip my wings Shackle and chain me Back straight, standing tall A child of God, and I'm (Free) Ugh, phew, go Hey, hey Spit in my face Hold me down I keep my feet firm to the ground 'Cause I'm (Free) Yeah [Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch] Your A&R's a house nigga, the label's the plantation Now, switch that advance for your emancipation (Ugh) MCs in the field like pick cotton for real I pop blocks like Beat Street with a notch and a kill (Ugh) They take the strongest of slaves to compete in a track meet For the king of the city sang songs of backstreets Choruses of cocaine tales and black heat Only to trade niggas like professional athletes They'll take that merchandising, snatch that publishing Package that Black ass, ship you to London By way of France, Germany, Dublin A railroad to underground, like Harriet Tubman While y'all stay struggling, we smuggle MCs through the streets 'Til we bubbling on mix CDs, hustling Klan see me on the block and said, "Freeze!" I said, "Fuck you! I'm a man, I'm free" (Woo, ugh) [Chorus: Pharoahe Monch] You can clip my wings Shackle and chain me Back straight, standing tall A child of God, and I'm (Free) Ugh, phew, go Hey, hey Spit in my face Hold me down I'ma keep my feet firm to the ground 'Cause I'm (Free) Okay Yuh [Verse 2: Pharoahe Monch] 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 (Ugh) Three-fifths-of-a-man-ass nigga with no plans How you discussing publishin' figures without a band? They got digital codes on our music for them to scan (Huh) So even when you sample a snare, you paying the Klan Now Google Pharoahe Monch, search triskaidekaphobia I'll explain why these city banks watch over ya (Ugh) I'll peep the future in my sleep To be honest man, we never had a mutual relationship with Washington Why? Because I believe they put the virus in the latex— (Hey!) Condoms that they sell us, call it "safe sex" What I spit, not only causes a glitch in The Matrix But another listed terror threat that they ain't even faced yet (Woo, ugh) [Chorus: Pharoahe Monch] You can clip my wings Shackle and chain me Back straight, standing tall A child of God, and I'm (Free) Ugh, phew, go Spit in my face Hold me down I'ma keep my feet firm to the ground 'Cause I'm (Free) Woo, ugh [Outro: St Juste] You can clip my wings Shackle and chain me Back straight, standing tall A child of God, and I'm (Free) No, you can't define it You're blinded by the light When I rock the mic 'Cause I'm (Free) Got you sick with emotions Drink this potion DJ, MC, free (Free) Like the thief in the night Brown skin, ready to win If you're prepared to fight