Free Pharoahe Monch

[Intro]
I—I—I—I
I—I—I—I—I—I—I—
I'm free, free, free, free
Free, free, free, free
I'm free, free, free, free
Free, free, free, free (Woo, ugh)

[Chorus: Pharoahe Monch]
You can clip my wings
Shackle and chain me
Back straight, standing tall
A child of God, and I'm (Free)
Ugh, phew, go
Hey, hey
Spit in my face
Hold me down
I keep my feet firm to the ground
'Cause I'm (Free)
Yeah

[Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch]
Your A&R's a house nigga, the label's the plantation
Now, switch that advance for your emancipation (Ugh)
MCs in the field like pick cotton for real
I pop blocks like Beat Street with a notch and a kill (Ugh)
They take the strongest of slaves to compete in a track meet
For the king of the city sang songs of backstreets
Choruses of cocaine tales and black heat
Only to trade niggas like professional athletes
They'll take that merchandising, snatch that publishing
Package that Black ass, ship you to London
By way of France, Germany, Dublin
A railroad to underground, like Harriet Tubman
While y'all stay struggling, we smuggle MCs through the streets
'Til we bubbling on mix CDs, hustling
Klan see me on the block and said, "Freeze!"
I said, "Fuck you! I'm a man, I'm free" (Woo, ugh)