Tabs - You Don't Own Me lyrics

[Tones] f** the FCC y'all don't own me And I'll never be a puppet so you can't control me f** the FCC tryna ban my verse Tell me what exactly it is that makes them bad words f** the FCC over with them seeing curses You'll never hear Bad Karma spit a clean version f** the FCC staying against who you remember What gives y'all the right to decide what's censored The media conspires on the low telling lies And you never find truth on new show televised Meanwhile they stay trying to breed kids it's worthless Growing up knowing nothing with their v-chips inserted Realize the way that hell captive is subtle Til your children all clones trapped in a bundle Payed attention in school but didn't believe what they teached Was a victim of the system without freedom of speech So f** the FCC I keep saying the same thing Cuz nowadays even video games got a rating f** the FCC for the youth they waste Tryna block images and the way we communicate f** the FCC tryna make us their slaves Where mind control broadcast across the airwaves f** the FCC, corrupted the power to learn I refuse to conform, I do it my way like Howard Stern..cuz "You don't own me, I'm not just one of your many toys.." [Coal Cash] We'll probably outlive the fame, avoid ever senses So ahead of my time I got on a fax from the Jetsons The next fresh thing without the help of ?? Could out-muscle Hip-Hop without Funkmaster flexing d**h's recollection of reflections of my statements A variation of sessions, drop lessons new school to ancient This ain't patient, this is me running with a chainsaw You on some off the top, I might just chop part of your brain off Work the pain off, remain straining on the same course Train of thought faded, d**h waiting on the main course Insane thoughts forced me back to life so I could grasp a mic d**h will never own me, only Christ can claim the master rights Past the height to strike the industry to burn it instantly Consistently out-write to fight invisibly vs infantry Since we're free to be the pinnacle of patriotic I battle Masonic criminals, subliminal hypnotic Spit psychotic to split your logic into two halves The math of the robotic, and the prophets of a true path But you cast dispersions as the version to potential Where brainwash is detergent and deterrence for your mental Insurgents vs the serpent while you're servants in his temple Observant to the disturbance and perversions you resemble But all will tremble when God a**embles up the righteous And we return with Christ to stomp the life out of you vipers "You don't own me, I'm not just one of your many toys.." [Raze] Y'all don't own me, attempts to overthrow me meet your d**h today Echelon idolizing communications you created by the NSA In every way they lie, the satellite's eye captures life in the sky Ride for Christ, shine on mics, dreams scatter til I die But they'll come alive when my body drops, and they made me empty three So until then my friend I'm saying f** the FCC f** the labels and the fables, A&R's that ain't paying you A word for the truth, you gotta recognize who's training you I stay with truth cuz that'll never fail It's heads or tails, not promised tomorrow today that's why I'm set for sail Drift off of my flows, in trouble go escape the present hell The devil dwells in each of us and breed the lust Selfish ways bring helpless days, ask um Raze Is it in God we trust, these frauds corrupt the school system Po-9 don't need to bust but they put a few in him as he reached for a Bible in his blue denim They spew venom and blind eyes through the television Excellent rhythm like it was given from an MPC f** the bullsh** videos they play constantly on MTV The CFR and Rothschild connected to MBC For all b**hes today they basically say you envy me s** a dick don't believe all the hype that exists But know this the FDA approved of a microchip I should flip and just start to burst my gun I don't have to I'll wait for the rapture when the Earth is done "You don't own me, I'm not just one of your many toys.." [Tabs] Smoking a half pound in clothes that were past down It's apparent there's no challenge from you no talent a** clowns I drop gems, Godsend to stop your pop trend Can't contain or force a train of thought, top ends in my tent You snakes is ??, patronize our way of life Tryna breach the great divide, taking strides to stay alive And displace to hate inside, it's where the fakeness hides Such a hilarious fate to carry the weight til it breaks my spine But I will ride til the end of this and my song will show the ending To all my foes defending censorship The truth hurts, it burns hot and it's got me stating God is on vacation and Satan is Rupert Murdoch It's basically plain to see they make this bullsh** edible Through a federal regulate is slavery We were handed a fatal fate so it's hard to stay awake And remain sober when a ?? take over and an*l rape But it's already settled, I rep for every rebel That say f** the disc jocks that ruined Hip-Hop and Heavy Metal Petty devils pimping the culture and the long term I know it's business but this road to riches took a wrong turn Til my soldiers hears hammer, only the strong survive As long as I'm alive there'll never be a clear channel This is meant to redeem and rep strong for my brethren Cuz my brethren rep me so Lesley sing the song of redemption..and it goes "You don't own me, I'm not just one of your many toys.."