Freedom of Speech Lyrics

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