Santos Santana - Free Thought lyrics

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Santos Santana - Free Thought lyrics

VERSE 1: I ain't talkin' mouth to the pavement When I say I talk to the streets All you n***as out here doubt being patient When I say Ima be droppin' the heat I be bringin' free thought to yo whole playlist Make a n***a rethink what he thought greatness was You thought me? Got it mistaken, greatness Is the saviors never vacant love And this ain't consciousness, This is common sense Don't get it twisted, “Deep Water” everybody missed it Everybody say they heard the song but did they listen “In one ear out the other”, word to mother n***as only heard the stutters Only one that understood it was my older brother And he ain't need a Teflon to let it coat the gutter Peep Rap Genius for the the clarification Because I ain't beatin'‘round the bush no mo' Rather make a n***a think for a rare occasion When he solve it, he'll wonder why it took so long n***a think a lil deeper Shouldn't have to break it down when I spit somethin' deep Everybody gather ‘round take a win because it's free Got a lil love for all, n***a lift up yo seats No Oprah HOOK (x2): I shouldn't have to break it down, just think a lil' deeper Won't you think a lil' deeper on this You shouldn't only hear the sounds, but listen to the speaker Don't you focus on them speakers bumpin' VERSE 2: Let me drop a lil knowledge on yo head boy This'll benefit what you lack, I ain't never really out here tryna Pull a n***a leg boy, never mislead I'm as sharp as a tack when it come to free thought On point like the tail of a donkey You should pin this down in some permanent ink Because the truth don't change when the firmament heats When the kitchen get flamed, you'll have a cool head boy That's that free thought confidence that'll set in Mindsets broaden, eyes un-fog, and yo brain Gets freed from the thought of a dead end Empiricism at it's finest, we gon' try and stray away of Being slaves of a mindset All these traditions trynna dogmatize the reality of People stepping' out from the dialect… n***a I object, this whole case out of order But I'll never judge y'all Because that ain't my job boi, I got another purpose To raise y'all thought patterns Higher than the surface And that's just a peek at my goal that eats at my soul, because Much as I'm spittin' the truth at these n***as They still find a way to critique at my flow I'm gone… HOOK (x3):