Freedom of Speech Immortal Technique

[Intro]
Heh heh heh
Freedom of speech, motherfucker!

[Chorus: Pinocchio sample & Immortal Technique]
I got no strings to hold me down (Okay)
To make me fret or make me frown (Somethin' for the kids, hahahaha)
I had strings, but now I'm free
There are no strings on me

[Verse 1]
Step into the club smoothly with a L in my hand
Bitches know that I'm a freak like the Elephant Man
Intelligent plans, fuck a record deal
I want development land with my benevolent clan
And that's the reason that I only trust my fam
40,000 records sold, 400 grand
Fuck a middleman, I won't pay anyone else
I'll bootleg it and sell it to the streets myself (Haha)
I'd rather be that than signed and stuck on a shelf
And because of this, executives try to diss me (Fuck y'all)
Racism frozen in time, like Walt Disney
And now they say they wanna get me signed to the majors
If I switch up my politics and change my behavior (Huh)
Try to tell me what to rhyme about over the beat
Bitch niggas that never spent a day in the street
But I repeat that nobody can hold my reins
I put the truth on tracks, nigga, simple and plain