Artist: Chalie Boy Album: I'm Here Song: Freedom Typed by: Lil Hustle (*talking*) Ay this Chalie Boy, Dirty 3rd Records Whut It Dew family, DJ motherfucking Rapid Ric Just to let y'all know [Chalie Boy] I animorph into a motherfucking beast bitch I break chains, what you doing with that leash bitch I ain't Busta-Bust my nigga, but you could trust I be swallowing tracks, that pump game if you weak bitch Rest...in...peace...bitch I'll dash every last one of you haters, with hot grease bitch Step out on the field, I'm stomping on you with my cleats bitch Throwing hitter quitters, never see me deceased bitch This is the season, for me to be giving grief bitch Mistletoe kiss the flow, knuckles hit your teeth bitch Get your clock cleaned, thinking shit's sweet bitch Giving boys the blues, like cops on Hill Street bitch Grind time, rap game bang heat bitch I hear I'm funky on the mic, yeah I reak bitch Name not Memphis, but I'll make you like Bleek bitch Talons line out the eagle, hit you in your beak bitch I ain't even at my motherfucking peak bitch Name not Michael, but they listen when I speaks bitch Mayweather flow quick, stay out my reach bitch Didn't listen wrecking 101, it's time to teach bitch (*talking*) Hip-hop, some people love it others hate it Often times, art needs to be in your face (Bob Dylan has to get in your face, uh Rolling Stones at some point, have to get in your face So does hip-hop), but is there a line If that in your face aspect of hip-hop, is glamorizing violence And-and drugs in some ways, and objectifying women Should we stand up, and say stop enough [Hook] Freedom, freedom to say what's on my mind So if I feel like saying bitch nigga, or hol' up motherfucker So you don't like it then don't listen that's fine, this is my mind Freedom, freedom to say what the fuck I feel Freedom to say, what the fuck I feel Freedom to say, what the fuck I feel [Chalie Boy] You took away ruler in schools, so a teacher couldn't hit a nigga No rule at home, yeah that child abuse card'll get you nigga Fucking up the world, and you deserve to get your issue nigga Feeling blue cause it's true, hurt and paint a perfect picture nigga If not words then use looks, will still constrict a nigga Stopped being perfect long time ago, read a scripture nigga Choice, so choose to be sour like a pickle nigga That's why I wouldn't give a hating hoe, a nickel nigga The ocean look and smile, up to the big fish nigga Appetizers won't hold me, so bring the big dish nigga Aspiring artists, listening to this disc nigga Put proof, and you can make it if you take a risk nigga Remember this, I was assed out nigga Wanted to ball with both fists, the last shout nigga The real reason, I'm starting to cash out nigga I gambled the hell I felt, till I passed out nigga This is my...mother...fucking mouth nigga Why you worried any way, I'm just a simple South nigga Ain't nobody listening, to what I'm talking bout nigga Or are they really, and you just figuring it out nigga (*talking*) First it's rap music, and rock music It's being cast as a poltergeist type figure, in my case I can relate to NWA's song about the police [Hook] [Chalie Boy] Chalie Boy, representing Calvard and Hern hoe Grinded for a minute, patiently waited my turn hoe Country but far from a dummy, listen and learn hoe Put that foolishness up in the air, and let it burn hoe If you don't show your children, you truly concerned hoe They gon' end up how you really, don't want em to turn hoe I ain't do it, you picked Bush full term hoe Now the US looking like, it smoked a bag of sherm hoe Dummy for a leader, and you blame it on my words hoe You ever listen, to what he be reading off them monitors hoe Fuck that and fuck you, I think this shit obsurd hoe And fuck Oprha, I'll go on her show and drop a turd hoe Not only that, I'll flip the motherfucking bird hoe Taker off her shoes, and show you how her hammer toes curve hoe Blame it all on rap, y'all got y'all motherfucking nerve hoe Metal music got folks, digging coffins out the earth hoe Listen to this listen to that, it's all chatter hoe It's all opinionated, so it don't matter hoe Hip-hop failed, but it's rising back up the ladder hoe And everything I say bout us, only making us matter hoe (*talking*) Bottom line, we gon' do it like we been doing it And we ain't gon' stop, mayn yeaah [Hook]