[Verse 1]
 It's Shan's what I'm called  I stand tall and brave
 And me and Marley Marl is as close as a shave
 My rhymes lock jaw like a pitbull bite
 Suckers always try to sleep on me cause I look light
 See  a lotta wack rappers try to rack their brains
 To feel a style of MC  come on  break these chains
 Speak now or hold your peace when I decide to pass it
 But every rhyme you ever had could never surpass this
 If rhymes were food, the main source for livin
 You would swear that every line of my rhyme was thanksgiving
 I don't bite styles, weak rhymes, I don't need em
 Stop jockin me, boy, give me my freedom

 [Verse 2]
 I wanna break away clean, I mean virtually spotless
 And all year long I been schemin and plottin this
 If beats were cakes, then my rhymes'd get frosted
 This is '88 and I still ain't lost it
 For all of those who still got a doubt in their mind
 There ain't a rapper livin bad enough to take mine
 There ain't no studio-illusion and no scratch-syncin
 Stop - if that's what you're thinkin
 Write rhymes simultaneously, say em in pairs
 And I would hate to have a rapper proclaim it theirs
 Instead in comin in a limo, bring a casket and hearse
 Before we speak we'll hear the preacher from the deacon first
 We won't be gathered that day to unite no couple up
 Marley, are we gettin this on tape? (Yup)
 All you dirty low-down better slow down faster
 Your technique isn't good enough to hang with the master
 I don't bite styles, weak rhymes, I dont need em
 Stop jockin me, boy, jockin me, son, jockin me, punk
 Jockin me, kid, give me my, give me my, give me my freedom

 [Verse 3]
 I'm the opposite of what you say a slob is
 Dumpin suckers off is exactly what my job is
 I'm feared like Napoleon and blessed like Buddah
 You couldn't face me solo, you'd have to bring your crew to
 Dump me off, I don't recollect the mumble
 I ain't soft, homeboy, and picture me crumble
 And forget all of those that don't like my rap
 I don't be kickin that old shooby-dooby-doo-wop crap
 Rappers often brag about their bitin deejay
 But they can't do Marley nothin, no how, so hey
 It's clear to the ear what I'm sayin, son
 That's why we feel like slaves on the freedom run
 And each and every time a wack rapper walks by me
 His head starts singin: Come on and fly me...
 I don't bite styles, weak rhymes, I don't need em
 Stop jockin me, boy, jockin me, son, jockin me, punk
 Jockin me, kid, give me my freedom

 [Verse 4]
 We can do this like Brutus, I'm not mad, I'm pissed
 This parade of mine I doubt that you can rain on this
 You couldn't place my rhymes amongst mortal men
 When I be rhymin on beats that set the hip-hop trend
 I will always exist because I'm bein preserved
 Don't agree to set me free, then you gotta be served
 I earned a name amongst society as lyrically ill
 But yet I'm loyal, see, cause marley hooks the beat up still
 There's no way that you could say there's a day I'd fess
 Hamana-hamana-nothin, you can kill that mess
 My rhymes are ruthless, no heart, and totally wretched
 And if they was to fall down then the beats would catch it
 I don't bite styles, weak rhymes, I don't need em
 Stop jockin me, boy, jockin me, son, jockin me, punk
 Jockin me, kid, give me my, give me my, give me my freedom