Luyện nghe bài hát Not Yet Free

sample -- "Blacks are too fuckin broke to be republicans", Ice
(cut and by DJ Pam the Funkstress)

One: Boots

In this land I stand or sit
and not get shit up in my face
A brotha gets his props
I'm doin at the department of waste
And everyday I pulls a front so pulls my card
I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice hard
I'm lookin behind me me ahead of me
There'll be no feet makin here instead of me
But I can't disregard just what the says to me
I'm twenty-one, so I've reached my life
At any minute I be in some shit that kills my skinny ass
From doin the sellout strut or probably Oakland task
My relationship with OPD has been one big diss
Long arm of the law, grips my dick so tight it's to even piss
So I forgot ain't got a pot to do it in
Up at the church they're tellin me it's because I in sin
So I grin, but nevertheless my mind dwell
I must be trippin cause I thought I was livin in
Capitalism is like a spider, the web is tighter
I'm struggling a fighter, just to bust loose
It's like a noose asyphyxiation in
when I think I'm free it seems to me the spider steps in
This web is made of money made of greed of me
Of what I have become in a economy

Verse E Roc

In the winter there's a splinter with the smell of the
And the scent of the street, but all I smell is the
Of a who's a hustler and he's stuck to the grind
Of a sista who's a hooker sell her behind
Desperation makes her get a little more bold
The circumstance gets deeper when it's damp and it's
So I spend my time thinking the ultimate gank
Can I get my Coup pull a move on the bank?
I be the picture perfect hustler for the of the pie
But my daddy taught me just to reach for the sky
Now my dream and aspirations go from to hoe
As I realize there's a million in the cold
No need to be told, cause you got a million po' people
Gettin ganked, by a few that are and evil
But it's illegal, to wonder how livin fat
(One two three) get a gat

Verse Boots

yeah!
Niggaz, thugs, dope dealers and
Basketball players, rap stars, and
That's what little black boys... are of
Sluts, hoes, and press the naps your beck
Broads pop that coochie, bitches stay in
That's what little girls... are made of
But if we're made of who made us
and what can we do to us
The oppressor tries to us
a FOOT for his anus!
Well since the days when I was in diapers
It was evident the President like us
Assassination attempts I'd for the snipers
My teacher told me that I didn't know right was
Well she was wrong cause I what a right was
And a and an uppercut, too
I had a hunch a punch is what my people got
why I was constantly red, black, and blue

Outro: E Roc,

[E] Boots, Boots, Boots, you throw some shots out?
[B] Ay man I ain't done with my lyrics yet, that's not
[E] Ay, but this a freestyle?
[B] Naw, this is not yet freestyle cause we not yet
[E] Hey we gonna throw some shots out
are cocked*
[B] Awright fuckit, who wanna throw some shots out to?
[E] Uhh whassup with uhh Bill Clinton and Al Gore?
[B] Aight, the new masters up in the White House and everything
Let's some shots out
[E]
*blam, blam
[B] Awright, what about He on the way out and everything
but I think we need a for his ass
cocked*
[E]

[E] See-ya!
[B] Awright, what about Perot and the good ol boys?
cocked*
[E] The
[B] You know who are, awright
blam, blam*
[B] Ay about Pete Wilson? (Whassup) That Pete Wilson motherfucker
[E] whassup wit him?
[B]

[E] Got him!
[B] Awright, ay, the L.A.P.D., *guns repeatedly throughout*
The O.P.D., The P.D., Detroit P.D., ay
[E] Ay fuck it, it, the whole, the whole motherfuckin P.D.
[B] Awright, up
[E] Yeah, here's a club for yo' ass

[B] Awright, -- ay, what about these skinheads?
Ay it out
[E] I can't stand dem
[B] awright, load it up, load it up, awright, cool

[E] Yeah, got em!
[B] Ay, about these sellout motherfuckers!
[E] Who? *gun
[B] You know these sellout -- Ellay DuHarris
[E] Who else? cocks*
[B] Tom
[E] Who *gun cocks*
[B] David Dinkins, ay, em up
[E] be true to the game
*blam blam blam*
[B] Ay, we ammo, what we gon do?
[E] Let's get the up outta here
[B] cool, we out