Yo, what's happenin', man?   Yo, they tryin' to come down on the ATL   When we speak, they say we on a negative tip   What's up?      Now, I'ma kick a way out style that's smoother than usual   It's from Above The Law, so see, it's crucial   Hype beats are kickin' and rippin', yo, with a funky touch   It's done the ruthless way, some say, it's too much      Dope, please don't misdefine it   That's the way that I live and that's the style of my rhyme   That's on time, just like your watch keeps tickin'   (KMG)   On my side, so that my knowledge keeps stickin'      Now, what's really known as a radio cut?   When you can say and you can't say   (Shit, fuck)   I really think you wanna hear it   But the radio stations, you see, they still gonna fear it      Yo, I thought this country was based upon freedom of speech   Freedom of press, freedom of your own religion   To make your own decision, now that's baloney   'Cause if I gotta play by your rules, I'm being phony      Yo, I got to cater to this person or that person   I got to rhyme for the white or the black person?   Why can't it all be equal?   Music is a universal language for all people      I better get off the rebellious tip   Before somebody out there say, I'm startin' to slip   I ain't trippin, I'm steadily flowin' and throwin'   Givin' you a dope style, keepin' me on top of the pile      'Cause ATL'll soon take over the nation   And if you don't wanna hear us, well, change the station   Boo! I sneak in your mind your mind   Sink in your mind, creep from behind      So fast that you won't have time to deny a brother   That's from the streets tryin' to teach, hopin' to reach   Yo, 187's not one that's known to preach   But I wish for each to have freedom of speech      Congress shall make no law   Respecting an establishment of religion   Or prohibiting the free exercise thereof   Or abridging the freedom of speech or of the press      They'll milk you to make it understood   They make it good, so that it taste real good   To you, so see, you fall right in it   Your minds are small, they feed you like infants      Like children they'll bring you along   They say we're wrong for makin' a rap song   But ATL'll hit you straight up jam after jam   Long as we say what we want, make our stamps, we don't give a damn      Those that wanna sell out need to get the fuck out the business   'Cause they ain't doin' nothin' but bluffin'   Me, I get wild every rhyme I release   Whether I talk about violence or talk about peace      'Cause violence is somethin' that happens in society   When people are livin' low and don't know where they can go   But peace, I think we all want peace, but it's too much to face   And it's too far to reach whether I say my rhymes fast, slow   Sloppy or neat, see, I wish when I'm doin' to have freedom of speech      Congress shall make no law   Respecting an establishment of religion   Or prohibiting the free exercise thereof   Or abridging the freedom of speech or of the press      Now if they ban me, I don't give a fuck   Chalk it up as experience   (Yeah, bad luck)   Because I'm ballin' with Laylaw's clout   And if he say that it stays, the shit comes out      'Cause in the early days when rap first began   Some fool jumped up and said it soon would end   But nowadays I hear song after song   And it proved to me that the fool was wrong      So yo, cut the bullshit, all set aside   It's time for the people to realize   About the things that happen in the ghetto which those try to hide   When they know we just strive to survive   (The homie said, ?He'd have a job, if you'd give him a break?)      But when he gets it   (He goes by the other man's ways)   Now see, there's just one more thing I have to talk about   'bout how they say rap music is turnin' kids out   You got to give your child credit for what he can do      Plus the way that they're raised is really up to you   Rap music, a form of literature, words and verbs and adjectives   Painted up like a picture, yo, it's gonna hitcha   Yo, it's gonna getcha and when I'm all finished up, it's gonna fitcha   (Hittin' the nation)   Station to station   (Heavy rotation)      So strong that it's keepin' the pace, and   We will speak out on any situation   But while we're doin'   Yo, we gotta have freedom of speech      Yeah, see that's how we had to do that   Yo, I gotta give it up to all my homeboys   That got freedom of speech   Yo, Cold 187, Ice Cube, MC Ren, the deadly Dr. Dre   Eazy-E, the Go Mack      Total Koss housin' thangs   Ruthless in the muthafuckin' house   Yo, to my homie D.O.C   And Laylaw with the clout and we out