[Intro]
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A-yo Ice, man. I'm working on this term paper for college. What's the
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First Amendment?
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[Verse 1]
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Freedom of Speech, that's some motherfuckin' bullshit
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You say the wrong thing, they'll lock your ass up quick
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The FCC says "Profanity - No Airplay"?
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They can suck my dick while I take a shit all day
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Think I give a fuck about some silly bitch named Gore?
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Yo PMRC, here we go, raw
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Yo Tip, what's the matter? You ain't gettin' no dick?
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You're bitchin' about rock'n'roll, that's censorship, dumb bitch
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The Constitution says we all got a right to speak
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Say what we want Tip, your argument is weak
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Censor records, TV, school books too
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And who decides what's right to hear? You?
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Hey PMRC, you stupid fuckin' assholes
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The sticker on the record is what makes 'em sell gold
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Can't you see, you alcoholic idiots
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The more you try to suppress us, the larger we get
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[Verse 2]
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[You have the right to remain silent]
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Fuck that right! I want the right to talk
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I want the right to speak, I want the right to walk
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Where I wanna, yell and I'm gonna
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Tell and rebel every time I'm on a
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Microphone on the stage cold illin'
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The knowledge I drop will be heard by millions
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We ain't the problems, we ain't the villains
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It's the suckers deprivin' the truth from our children
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You can't hide the fact, Jack
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There's violence in the streets every day, any fool can recognise that
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But you try to lie and lie
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And say America's some motherfuckin' apple pie
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Yo, you gotta be high to believe that
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You're gonna change the world by a sticker on a record sleeve
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Cos once you take away my right to speak
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Everybody in the world's up shit creek
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[Verse 3]
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Let me tell you about down south
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Where a motherfucker might as well not even have a mouth
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Columbus, Georgia, said they'd lock me up
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If I got on the stage in my show and said "Fuck"
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So I thought for a minute and said "No,
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I wasn't even gonna do a damned show"
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Cos for me to change my words from my rhymes
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Is never gonna happen cos there's no sell outs on mine
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But I vowed to get those motherfuckers one day
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They even arrested Bobby Brown and Cool J
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Yo, they got their's comin', cos I'm mad and I'm gunnin'
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Homeboys, and there's no runnin'
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I'm gonna tell you how I feel about you
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No bull, no lies, no slack, just straight fact
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Columbus, Georgia, you can suck my dick
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You ain't nothin' but a piece of fuckin' shit on the damned map
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[Verse 4]
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Freedom of Speech, let 'em take it from me
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Next they'll take it from you, then what you gonna do?
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Let 'em censor books, let 'em censor art
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PMRC, this is where the witch hunt starts
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You'll censor what we see, we read, we hear, we learn
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The books will burn
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You better think it out
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We should be able to say anything, our lungs were meant to shout
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Say what we feel, yell out what's real
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Even though it may not bring mass appeal
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Your opinion is yours, my opinion is mine
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If you don't like what I'm sayin'? Fine
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But don't close it, always keep an open mind
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A man who fails to listen is blind
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We only got one right left in the world today
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Let me have it or throw The Constitution away
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[Outro (Jello Biafra)]
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What they're trying to do with radio, with this, uh, McCarron-Walter
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Act and a lot of other ways, is start by saying that they're
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protecting the public from wicked rock bands, or girlie magazines, or
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whatever. But, if you follow the chain of dominoes that falls down,
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what they're really trying to do is shut off our access to information
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itself.
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If they can't do it by law they know there's other ways to do it.
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Freedom Of Speech
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