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    "Give Me My Freedom" Lyrics

    MC Shan

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    [ VERSE 1 ]
    M.C. 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 this
    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 want to 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 they're 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 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

    [ 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

    Give me my freedom or not
    I DON'T GIVE A F-
    You don't want to play this?
    Suck my -
    Fuck off, muthafuckas
    You don't like this?
    I don't give a fuck
    Just gimme my muthafuckin freedom
    Goddamn!
    This song was submitted on October 7th, 2013 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Marlon Lu'ree Williams, Shawn Leigh moltke.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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