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gaea labelle - freedom lyrics

[intro: gaea labelle]
cha cha cha (repeat 23xs)
oh my, oh my (oh my)
oh my god!

[verse 1: gaea labelle + lance markeith]
i need energy
i’ve been isolated so invaders don’t intercept my inner g
here lies the holy spirit spittin’
saliva black ink, a hymn to a hum, a verse was written
hear the scripture
ears, mouth, eyes open or shut
i see you
you say, i see, eye see, àṣẹ
i say, allah
i’ve seen the day, the light, the fire at night
erupt in scenes so obscene
i couldn’t believe what i saw in plain sight:
souls soiled and sold for cotton money and low+frequency conducted gold
owned to means and means, by means of memes
a mime omitting what he means for scenes
foreseen by truth and gesticulation
a jester with only jokes and gestures for articulation
antic+p+ting his next rhymes ’bout his last ej+cul+tion
m+st+rbating ears in lieu of a car payment
or a yacht payment
why you playin’?
they ain’t planning a blueprint for their cities like jay+z
they just sipping, slipping, sleeping in p+ssy, lazy
jésus, jesus!
you say, please just release your demons
and finally be free
the drought is back n+gga
think of the grass and trees
and take care of your land
for true sovereignty yeah
we’d rather make more buildings and streets
how could we ever put all ten toes
on the ground and just breathe?
[verse 2: lance markeith (gaea labelle)]
uh, (one, two, one two)
in the land of the steroid feigns and barbells
(left, right, left, right)
i pull up to doak campbell with a weed+smokey car smell
(one, two, one two)
ain’t nothin’ like capitalism and testosterone
(left, right, check)
i smell like money, p+ssy, and dedication
(mic check, 2, 1, 2)
i am the martin lutherinistic monarchy to have faith in
(left righteous footstep)
i politic amongst the gods and satans
(two, one, two)
i roll a dice
a poltergeist unleashed upon my statements
i yell out, if the game shake me
it’ll never break me!
(right, just step to it!)
and this that motherboard overload
don’t hit the escape key
and now i reek of power
professionalism, and the hatred
that makes conquering my only solution
the industry is just an institution
and the school of hard knocks
admitting i’m on recruitment
fruitful of my endeavors of freeing my n+ggas
from all of this looting that polluted my streets
man, what’s been up with all this shooting
recruited lieutenants with ludicrous dreams
of getting c.r.e.a.m. let’s do this
foolish this brutus uselessness
we shouldn’t get used to this aggression
make use of this frustration
and make muses or some f+cking music
now you tell me, what’s freedom
now you tell me!
(na, nah, i don’t need no hook for this sh+t!)
what’s freedom?
freedom’s when you put all your enemies to sleep
freedom’s when the code is no less than thirty deep
freedom’s when the crowd see you
as the only n+gga that ride for the crew
know what i’m talking ’bout
hailing from the land of mercury
where the gods and earths would be
hitting me up for them herbal leaves
i got the game on alert
code red, b+tch emergency
all they heard was code 3, rno
and left the murder scene
only the baddest and the realest
get referred to me
my music bump with whoever that hear it
and it occurred to me
i’m far better than what y’all selling
f+ck if you ain’t heard of me
i sell a milli what y’all sell in a drought
spitting like curren$y
lookin’ like i’m fresh from a burglary. what?
and i’m spitting like my detergent be up
is it so fresh, so clean? i can’t determine this but
that tall, lanky n+gga with the glasses like urkel been tough
and we scheming on the low, dawg
the circle been tucked
can’t try no angles on em
squares get determined as f+ck
and my capitalistic mindset is on my earnings and stuff
don’t get concerned with ’em bruh
you know the squad keep on turning it up
(bun dem!)
burn ’em, ashes to ashes the urn’s been up
(yeah)
we like nas and fox brown, man
the firm been us
firmly printed on records, i reckon’ i wreck ’em
on any day that he will reckon ’em
he will surely beckon ’em
i come with the argos
like what has ben afflecking [been afflicting] them
never sign a check for them
would never get a check from them
really could’ve kept to themselves
i signed a contract, i am definitely shelved
i drop this drought sh+t i am destined to sell, bih!

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