Intro

A-yo Ice, man. I'm working on this term paper for college. What's the

First Amendment?

Verse 1

Freedom of Speech, that's some motherfuckin' bullshit

You say the wrong thing, they'll lock your ass up quick

The FCC says "Profanity - No Airplay"?

They can suck my dick while I take a shit all day

Think I give a fuck about some silly bitch named Gore?

Yo PMRC, here we go, raw

Yo Tip, what's the matter? You ain't gettin' no dick?

You're bitchin' about rock'n'roll, that's censorship, dumb bitch

The Constitution says we all got a right to speak

Say what we want Tip, your argument is weak

Censor records, TV, school books too

And who decides what's right to hear? You?

Hey PMRC, you stupid fuckin' assholes

The sticker on the record is what makes 'em sell gold

Can't you see, you alcoholic idiots

The more you try to suppress us, the larger we get

Verse 2

[You have the right to remain silent]

Fuck that right! I want the right to talk

I want the right to speak, I want the right to walk

Where I wanna, yell and I'm gonna

Tell and rebel every time I'm on a

Microphone on the stage cold illin'

The knowledge I drop will be heard by millions

We ain't the problems, we ain't the villains

It's the suckers deprivin' the truth from our children

You can't hide the fact, Jack

There's violence in the streets every day, any fool can recognise that

But you try to lie and lie

And say America's some motherfuckin' apple pie

Yo, you gotta be high to believe that

You're gonna change the world by a sticker on a record sleeve

Cos once you take away my right to speak

Everybody in the world's up shit creek

Verse 3

Let me tell you about down south

Where a motherfucker might as well not even have a mouth

Columbus, Georgia, said they'd lock me up

If I got on the stage in my show and said "Fuck"

So I thought for a minute and said "No,

I wasn't even gonna do a damned show"

Cos for me to change my words from my rhymes

Is never gonna happen cos there's no sell outs on mine

But I vowed to get those motherfuckers one day

They even arrested Bobby Brown and Cool J

Yo, they got their's comin', cos I'm mad and I'm gunnin'

Homeboys, and there's no runnin'

I'm gonna tell you how I feel about you

No bull, no lies, no slack, just straight fact

Columbus, Georgia, you can suck my dick

You ain't nothin' but a piece of fuckin' shit on the damned map

Verse 4

Freedom of Speech, let 'em take it from me

Next they'll take it from you, then what you gonna do?

Let 'em censor books, let 'em censor art

PMRC, this is where the witch hunt starts

You'll censor what we see, we read, we hear, we learn

The books will burn

You better think it out

We should be able to say anything, our lungs were meant to shout

Say what we feel, yell out what's real

Even though it may not bring mass appeal

Your opinion is yours, my opinion is mine

If you don't like what I'm sayin'? Fine

But don't close it, always keep an open mind

A man who fails to listen is blind

We only got one right left in the world today

Let me have it or throw The Constitution away

Outro (Jello Biafra)

What they're trying to do with radio, with this, uh, McCarron-Walter

Act and a lot of other ways, is start by saying that they're

protecting the public from wicked rock bands, or girlie magazines, or

whatever. But, if you follow the chain of dominoes that falls down,

what they're really trying to do is shut off our access to information

itself.

If they can't do it by law they know there's other ways to do it.