Story Behind the Song
The song is about how the USA is so un-free, what capitalism does to the world and what part USA has in every problem. I guess you can call it critical 8)
Lyrics
Maybe yo think you're free / but you're not / you're oppressed
liberty aint in your vo-cab-u-lar-ee,
The cops are bought / the millitary is for sale,
for whom the bell tolls / hail to the king, bebby, hail.
I give a finger to the king of this town,
and I hope to God I won't wake up frown, cause
as castles made of sand / fade in the sea,
I'd like to kick the state eventually / And under the siege,
I'd take it back, the mike /, the pike, and the light
over the haze and farms and cities and animals,
cause as I accuse you of beeing cannibals / I wake up
and I see a face / it's Noam Chomsky lookin at me in
disgrace / Cause as I in one moment like speech free,
I'd like to forbid da nazi to talk to me / I don't want their crap,
I don't want no propaganda / I wanna burn the swastika,
and say "die, I command cha!"
And I hope they obey, cause thats a problem down
millions to go / I dont like the sound, of that,
it sound fascist / I add a name to my bash list,
welcome mr president / you're not from here, correct?
no and you're a a usual suspect / with lotta disrespect,
in ya mind, I agree / I couldnt care less about dissing thee.
Who is he, who is that, is it a she / Well you be dissin alot,
above da clouds where sounds are original / I'm not,
I'll be dealin crack / so ya better bring that glock, mistah blue uniform,
its the norm, prepare for my storm / Smash me, bash me,
maybe I like it / maybe I dig it. Maybe ya suck / maybe ya wannit,
maybe its cause Im red / maybe ya want a bullet in yo head.
I think so, sorta think so, sorta think so, so kick it...
uh.
yeah....
Maybe yo think you're free,
Maybe yo think you're free,
Maybe yo think you're free / but you're not,
you're oppressed / liberty aint in your vo-cab-u-lar-ee,
Millions for Mumia / King and X / they shout,
you dont win a lot beeing a fucken sellout.
Rage against the state / ready to riot,
its all about your faith / and your will to fight.
Sir Kick a lot, mix a lot / fix alot, I like eet,
arrange a meeting / a wildcat strike...
I couldnt care much about fiddling wid da light,
uh its the sound of the underground... ya hear me...?
I am proud to dead, and I am proud be red.
Move that hip hop head yahh...
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