Ice-T Lyrics

Album: The Iceberg

Freedom of Speech Lyrics

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.