[ KM.G ]



Yo, what's happenin, man?



Yo, they tryin to come down on the ATL when whe speak



They say we on a negative tip



What's up?







[ VERSE 1: Cold 187um ]



Now I'ma kick a way-out style that's smoother than usual



It's from Above The Law, so see, it's crucial



Hype beats are kickin and rippin, yo, with a funky touch



It's done the Ruthless way, some say it's too much



D-o-p-e, please don't misdefine it



That's the way that I live and, that's the style of my rhyme



That's on time, just like your watch keeps tickin



(KM.G) on my side, so that my knowledge keeps stickin



Now what's really known as a radio cut?



When you can's say (shit) and you can't say (fuck)



I really think you wanna hear it



But the radio stations, you see, they still gonna fear it



Yo, I thought this country was based upon freedom of speech



Freedom of press, freedom of your own religion



To make your own decision, now that's baloney



Cause if I gotta play by your rules, I'm bein phoney



Yo, I got to cater to this person or that person



I got to rhyme for the white or the black person?



Why can't it all be equal?



Music is a universal language for all people



I better get off the rebellious tip



Before somebody out there say I'm startin to slip



I ain't trippin, I'm steadily flowin and throwin



Givin you a dope style



Keepin me on top of the pile



Cause ATL'll soon take over the nation



And if you don't wanna hear us, well, change the station



Boo! I sneak in your mind your mind



Sink in your mind, creep from behind



So fast that you won't have time



To deny a brother that's from the streets



Tryin to teach, hopin to reach



Yo, 187's not one that's known to preach



But I wish for each to have freedom of speech







(Congress shall make no law



Respecting an establishment of religion



Or prehibiting the free exercise thereof



Or abridging the freedom of speech or of the press)







[ VERSE 2: Cold 187um ]



They'll milk you to make it understood



They make it good, so that it taste real good



To you, so see, you fall right in it



Your minds are small, they feed you like infants



Like children they'll bring you along



They say we're wrong for makin a rap song



But ATL'll hit you straight up jam after jam



Long as we say what we want, make our stamps, we don't give a damn



Those that wanna sell out need to get the fuck out the business



Cause they ain't doin nothin but bluffin



Me, I get wild every rhyme I release



Whether I talk about violence or talk about peace



Cause violence is somethin that happens in society



When people are livin low and don't kow where they can go



But peace, I think we all want peace



But it's too much to face, and it's too far to reach



Whether I say my rhymes fast, slow, sloppy or neat



See, I wish when I'm doin, to have freedom of speech







(Congress shall make no law



Respecting an establishment of religion



Or prehibiting the free exercise thereof



Or abridging the freedom of speech or of the press)







[ VERSE 3: Cold 187um ]



Now if they ban me, I don't give a fuck



Chalk it up as experience (yeah, bad luck)



Because I'm ballin with Laylaw's clout



And if he say that it stays, the shit comes out



Cause in the early days when rap first began



Some fool jumped up and said it soon would end



But nowadays I hear song after song



And it proved to me that the fool was wrong



So yo, cut the bullshit, all set aside



It's time for the people to realize



About the things that happen in the ghetto which those try to hide



When they know we just strive to survive



(The homie said he'd have a job, if you'd give him a break)



But when he gets it (he goes by the other man's ways)



Now see, there's just one more thing I have to talk about



'bout how they say rap music is turnin kids out



You got to give your child credit for what he can do



Plus the way that they're raised is really up to you



Rap music, a form of literature



Words and verbs and adjectives



Painted up like a picture



Yo, it's gonna hitcha, yo, it's gonna getcha



And when I'm all finished up, it's gonna fitcha



(Hittin the nation) station to station (heavy rotation)



So strong that it's keepin the pace, and



We will speak out on any situation



But while we're doin



Yo, we gotta have freedom of speech







[ KM.G ]



Yeah - see, that's how we had to do that



Yo, I gotta give it up to all my homeboys



That got freedom of speech



Yo, Cold 187



Ice Cube



MC Ren



The deadly Dr. Dre



Eazy-E



The G-o M-a-c-k



Total Koss housin thangs



Ruthless in the muthafuckin house



Yo, to my homie D.O.C.



And Laylaw with the clout



And we out