. Dead Prez, Public Enemy) Freedom, Freedom, Freedom, Freedom This is how we ride and roll - soldier fo life fo' sho Freedom, Freedom, Freedom, Freedom
(feat. Dead Prez) Freedom, Freedom, Freedom, Freedom This is how we ride and roll - soldier fo life fo' sho Freedom, Freedom, Freedom, Freedom This
I've got my things packed My favorite pillow Got my sleeping bag Climb out the window All the pictures and pain I left behind All the freedom and fame
to make rappers break faster than eggshells in the mornin Inhaled the divine in that's laid dormant Water from the well stay pourin' I answer back when I hear fate callin' Freedom
[Chuck D: x4 repeat in the background] Raw shit, hardcore hip-hop hits [Paris] Yes, live, real rap's back again You in tune to the real, Hard Truth Soldier
Amerikkka's been took - it's plain to see The oldest trick in the book is make an enemy A phony evil so the government can do its dirt And take away ya freedom
position is crucial With a known friction obsession addiction to shoot ya Hey yo, I'm better off dead than givin' the feds the satisfaction Subtractin' my freedom
I'd swallow it down I let you break my wings chose to become your caged up bird Ate your bullshit promises and cherished every fucking word Now like a freedom
cigars I'm just a girl, an American girl, I'm just a girl But I'm not an ordinary girl, I'm a Chevy girl I've strolled down Paris streets, been lost
'm feeling rough, I'm feeling raw, I'm in the prime of my life. Let's make some music, make some money, find some models for wives. I'll move to Paris
's gon' happen captain, hope ya know that's why I'm rappin' Want the toasters start tappin' hands and gases start clappin' 'Cause this whole system's waitin' for you to kick it in Paris
I'm just a girl, an American girl I'm just a girl, but I'm not an ordinary girl I'm a Chevy girl I've strolled down Paris streets, been lost in London
ring, we all sing, "Freedom at last!" The bombs ring, children scream, "Freedom at last!" The bombs ring, we all sing, "Freedom at last! The bombs ring, "Freedom
It hit me like it's lightning! It's frightening! I'm cryin'. "I was stylin', profilin', down payment on my Scion. His name is Brian, he's in Fallujah freedom
Avant avec des francs je partais acheter des Picorettes Maintenant avec des euros c'que j'demande ce sont des Nicorettes Les rues d'Paris sont pleines
I've got my things packed, my favorite pillow Got my sleeping bag, climb out the window All the pictures and pain, I've left behind All the freedom and
a la maison pour manger avec ma femme " When I was 17 my mother, bless her heart, fulfilled my summer dream She handed me the keys to the car We motored down to Paris
and unchained. We need healthcare! We need education! We need freedom in this nation! Freedom in this nation! Freedom in this nation! Freedom in
