Freedom Of Speech

[Verse 1: Raekwon]

Eh yo, I'm blessed with all kind of acronyms

Shoot a nigga in broad day, get back in the Benz

Lazy chair with the [?]

Petting my bulldog, good work Spike, burn [?]

Industry soft as it ever been

Niggas is lost, controling the sauce, me and my benevolence

Weather a Nic game or up in the wing

We grossing elegance, phones tapped, speak entelligents

They say shit and ain’t ever made it yet

But we here now

Millions in the safe, tell [?] here

In the city if they need it nigga, hood legends is here

Come through, meet a nigga

Spending money, fucking bunnys hop in

Check the [?]

He gon blow your friend

Only us real G's who generate

He gon take it in blood, [?] gravy

[Verse 2: Papoose]

You don't rock like me

You don’t wear the crown in the melting pot like me

I show the fans what they not gon see

When they shot Sean Bell, you wouldn't make 50 shots like me

You ain't build with Faragon in the [?] like me

You ain't march with Al Sharptin, 50 blocks like me

Sean, Black Rob, Wayne, P got like three

Beanie Sigel, C Murder, hip hop not free

I unlock that key

You ain't make [?] the industry [?] hip hop cops like me

You ain't creat a law [?] like me

Cause you don't rob for your homies when they locked like me

You try to blackball artists, cause you not no G

Like you did [?], when he popped on [?]

In interviews, you don't go in on the spot like me

And freestyle, cause you not hip hop like me

[Verse 3: Saigon]

[?] get your head discombobulated

I take the raiser and lace your face with the star of David

And if you make it to the hospital, they try to save it

I’m gon have to come bye, [?] operate it

I fell back from the game, real populated

But it was wack, so I started [?] oblegated

To come back and attack rappers that lack substance

That’d be everyone of these wack motherfuckers

If I name all of the niggas with weak bars

My verse would be like ten times as long as Kendrick Lamar's

[?]

[?]

Them homies would probably would’ve got no placks at all

Probably have some niggas ready to [?]

When we was in the third grade playing basketball

[?] you done lost your mind

Homie mama [?] I been trying to find

Motherfucker