Luyện nghe bài hát Not Yet Free

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

Verse Boots

In land I can't stand or sit
and not get shit up in my face
A brotha gets his props
I'm doin bellyflops at the department of
And everyday I pulls a so nobody pulls my card
I got a in my pocket and I practice lookin hard
I'm behind me beside me ahead of me
There'll be no feet makin here instead of me
But I disregard just what the news says to me
I'm twenty-one, so I've reached my expectancy
At any I could be in some shit that kills my skinny ass
From doin the sellout strut or probably Oakland task
My relationship OPD has been like one big diss
Long arm of the law, grips my dick so tight it's hard to even
So I ain't even got a pot to do it in
Up at the church tellin me it's because I live in sin
So I grin, but nevertheless my mind won't
I must be trippin cause I thought I was livin in
Capitalism is a spider, the web is getting tighter
I'm struggling like a fighter, to bust loose
It's like a asyphyxiation sets in
Just when I think I'm free it seems to me the spider in
This web is made of money of greed made of me
Of what I become in a parasite economy

Two: 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 brotha who's a hustler and stuck to the grind
Of a sista a hooker gotta sell her behind
Desperation makes her brotha get a little bold
The circumstance gets when it's damp and it's cold
So I spend my thinking bout the ultimate gank
Can I get my Coup together a move on the bank?
I be the picture hustler for the piece of the pie
But my daddy taught me just to reach for the sky
Now my and aspirations go from single to hoe
As I realize there's a million in the cold
No need to be told, cause when you got a million po'
Gettin ganked, by a few that are and evil
But it's illegal, to how they livin fat
(One two three) get a gat

Verse Boots

yeah!
Niggaz, thugs, dope dealers and
Basketball players, rap stars, and
That's little black boys... are made of
Sluts, hoes, and press the around your beck
Broads pop that coochie, bitches in check
That's little black girls... are made of
But if we're made of who made us
and can we do to change us
The tries to tame us
here's a for his anus!
since the days when I was shittin in diapers
It was evident the President didn't us
Assassination I'd root for the snipers
My told me that I didn't know what right was
Well she was wrong cause I knew 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 wanna throw some shots
[B] Ay man I ain't done with my lyrics yet, that's not
[E] Ay, but ain't a freestyle?
[B] Naw, this is not yet cause we not yet free
[E] Hey we gonna throw shots out anyway
*guns are
[B] Awright fuckit, who y'all wanna some shots out to?
[E] Uhh whassup that uhh Bill Clinton and Al Gore?
[B] Aight, they the new masters up in the House and everything
throw some shots out
[E]
*blam, blam*
[B] Awright, what about Bush? He on the way out and
but I we need a goodbye for his ass
cocked*
[E]

[E] See-ya!
[B] Awright, what about Ross and the good ol boys?
*guns
[E] The
[B] You know who they are,
blam, blam*
[B] Ay what about Pete Wilson? (Whassup) That Pete Wilson
[E] Yeah whassup wit
[B]

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

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

[E] Yeah, got em!
[B] Ay, what these sellout motherfuckers!
[E] Who? *gun
[B] You know these sellout -- Ellay DuHarris
[E] Who else? cocks*
[B] Tom
[E] Who else? 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 fuck up here
[B] cool, we out