Ayo, Ice, man   I'm working on this term paper for college   What's the First Amendment?      Freedom of Speech, that's some motherfucking 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 getting no dick?   You're bitching 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 fucking 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?      (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 illing   The knowledge I drop will be heard by millions   We ain't the problems, we ain't the villains   It's the suckers depriving the truth from our children      You can't hide the fact, Jack   There's violence in the streets every day   Any fool can recognize that   But you try to lie and lie   And say America's some motherfucking 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      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 sellouts on mine      But I vowed to get those motherfuckers one day   They even arrested Bobby Brown and Cool J   Yo, they got theirs coming 'cos I'm mad and I'm gunning   Homeboys and there's no running      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 nothing but a piece of fucking shit   On the damned map      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 saying, 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      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