IntroA-yo Ice, man. I'm working on this term paper for
college. What's theFirst Amendment?Verse 1Freedom of Speech,
that's some motherfuckin' bullshitYou say the wrong
thing, they'll lock your ass up quickThe FCC says "Profanity
- No Airplay"?They can suck my dick while I take a shit all
dayThink I give a fuck about some silly bitch named Gore?Yo PMRC,
here we go, rawYo Tip, what's the matter? You ain't
gettin' no dick?You're bitchin' about
rock'n'roll, that's censorship, dumb bitchThe
Constitution says we all got a right to speakSay what we want
Tip, your argument is weakCensor records, TV, school books tooAnd
who decides what's right to hear? You?Hey PMRC, you stupid
fuckin' assholesThe sticker on the record is what makes
'em sell goldCan't you see, you alcoholic idiotsThe
more you try to suppress us, the larger we getVerse 2[You have
the right to remain silent]Fuck that right! I want the right to
talkI want the right to speak, I want the right to walkWhere I
wanna, yell and I'm gonnaTell and rebel every time I'm
on aMicrophone on the stage cold illin'The knowledge I drop
will be heard by millionsWe ain't the problems, we
ain't the villainsIt's the suckers deprivin' the
truth from our childrenYou can't hide the fact,
JackThere's violence in the streets every day, any fool can
recognise thatBut you try to lie and lieAnd say America's
some motherfuckin' apple pieYo, you gotta be high to believe
thatYou're gonna change the world by a sticker on a record
sleeveCos once you take away my right to speakEverybody in the
world's up shit creekVerse 3Let me tell you about down
southWhere a motherfucker might as well not even have a
mouthColumbus, Georgia, said they'd lock me upIf 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 rhymesIs never gonna happen cos
there's no sell outs on mineBut I vowed to get those
motherfuckers one dayThey even arrested Bobby Brown and Cool JYo,
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 youNo bull, no lies, no slack,
just straight factColumbus, Georgia, you can suck my dickYou
ain't nothin' but a piece of fuckin' shit on the
damned mapVerse 4Freedom of Speech, let 'em take it from
meNext they'll take it from you, then what you gonna do?Let
'em censor books, let 'em censor artPMRC, this is where
the witch hunt startsYou'll censor what we see, we read, we
hear, we learnThe books will burnYou better think it outWe should
be able to say anything, our lungs were meant to shoutSay what we
feel, yell out what's realEven though it may not bring mass
appealYour opinion is yours, my opinion is mineIf you don't
like what I'm sayin'? FineBut don't close it,
always keep an open mindA man who fails to listen is blindWe only
got one right left in the world todayLet me have it or throw The
Constitution awayOutro (Jello Biafra)What they're trying to
do with radio, with this, uh, McCarron-WalterAct and a lot of
other ways, is start by saying that they'reprotecting the
public from wicked rock bands, or girlie magazines, orwhatever.
But, if you follow the chain of dominoes that falls down,what
they're really trying to do is shut off our access to
informationitself.If they can't do it by law they know
there's other ways to do it.