Immortal Technique - Freedom of speach lyrics

Freedom of speech, motherf**er Okay, something for the kids (hahaha) (Pinocchio) I got no strings to hold be down To make me fret or make me frown I had strings, but now I'm free I got no strings on me (Verse 1) Step into the club smoothly with a L in my hand b**hes know that I'm a freak like the elephant man Intelligent plans f** a record deal, I want development land With my benevolent clan And that's the reason that I only trust my fam 40,000 records sold, 400 grand f** a middle man, I won't pay anyone else I'll bootleg it and sell it to the streets my self I'd rather be that than signed and stuck on a shelf And because of this executives try to diss me Racism frozen in time like Walt Disney And now they say they wanna get me signed to the majors If I switch up my politics and change my behavior Try to tell me what to rhyme about over the beat b**h n***as that never spent a day in the street But I repeat that nobody can hold my reigns I put the truth on tracks n***a, simple and plain (Pinocchio) I got no strings, so I have fun I'm not tied up to anyone They've got strings but you can see There are no strings on me! (Verse 2) I guess to America I'm a disaster A slave that was destined to own his masters Independent in every single sense of the word I say what I want, you f**in little sensitive herd This is America, I thought we had freedom of speech But now you want try to control the way that I speak And O'Reilly you think that you a patriot? You ain't nothing but a motherf**in racist b**h Fulla hatred, pressin a bu*ton trying to inject me But I ain't got no motherf**in deal with Pepsi No corporate sponser telling me what to do Asking me to tone it down during the interview Tryin' to minimize the issue, but I'm keeping it large I love the place that I live, but I hate the people in charge Speakin is hard when you got strings attached So I'm a say it for you 'cause I ain't got none o' that And if you didn't understand what I spit at your brain Aiyyo son, let this little n***a explan: (Pinocchio) I got no strings to hold be down To make me fret or make me frown I had strings, but now I'm free I got no strings on me Come on son, y'all n***as know the way I do Immortal Technique, got com (?) live for you And I know sometimes it be making you nervous The way I snatch puppet rappers that belong in a circus You motherf**ers just can't compare Looking for a fan base that's no longer there I know that you're scared, and you're hidin' up in the cut But this is freedom of speech n***a, tell 'em what's up Word n***a, f** John Ashcroft! n***a, f** Fox News! f** those snake-a** b**hes Tryin to manipulate your opinion, tellin you what to think Word the f** up, like "we invaded n***as 'cause we want to free them" You racist motha f**a, you don't give a sh** about those people You can s** my dick!! (hahahaha) Another rum and coke at the bar, n***a Its my day off, word up f**, for the kids, (ha) for the kids (hahaha) Beat Bandits