I gotta free my mind.. free my mind
 Yeah, I gotta free my mind.. free my mind
 I gotta free my mind.. free my mind
 Yeah? I gotta free my mind.. free my mind
 From sand docks to auction blocks to R&B
 from hip-hop, how many rappers flip-flop to get props?
 Signed the dotted line but didn't read through the costs
 (When your album sits on the desk) "That's when ya lost!"
 Followed your label's notion no promotion now you're audi
 And that's the type of moves that make an artist act rowdy
 Emcees fallin victim to financial, seduction
 Then watchin creative weight extracted, like liposuction
 Your A&R like C'n'R got many styles to suit ya
 But if it's false to me I've never been an ass smoocher
 Since I don't brainwash minds, with talkin nines and
 how I shoot ya, it seems no multi-million dollar contract's
 in my future, I could swallow the bait and get gassed
 like petroleum, but contracts break like Rock Steady
 on linoleum, no wack'n in my format, no Grammy awards
 Rap over break loops and samples, no R&B chords
 On a mission from God, to make the concious souls nod
 when I'm rhymin, I take tracks of coal and then
 compress em to a diamond, I'm in the mindstate
 to escalate, when all rappers participate
 it's fate for rap to elevate..
 Chorus: repeat 2X
 I gotta free my mind (yo as a matter of fact)
 I gotta free my mind (we're not goin out like that)
 I gotta free my mind (we got the power to stay)
 "Other rappers, they went slip slidin away"
 You're goin, downtown to leave your mark on the biz
 You reminisce, you and your A&R was first friends
 You got talent and you ain't afraid to splurge hip-hop
 Better thrills than Jordan alley-oops the pill but still


 got verbals like murder, so call on Perry Mason
 Twenty-five to life, is what I'm facin, for this fate's in
 the element of fine print I've read it and overseen
 by judgmental pompous ass phonetics, the critic
 I'm still the rapper for the rhymes that he expresses
 or manifestes, no frontin, I wrote the shit while blunted
 Take control, don't be a fuckin fish on a pole
 Label'sll leave you murdered in a river with no soul
 it's true, for what you say is what you do with the flow
 For labels MC's come and they go, but B.U.M.S.
 we leave our mark for hip-hop's devestation
 In our strive to stay alive for my record's elevation
 Chorus
 I gotta free my mind.. free my mind
 Yeah, I gotta free my mind.. free my mind
 I gotta free my mind.. free my mind
 Yeah? I gotta free my mind.. free my mind