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Number 531, August 9, 2009

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Music of Freedom Series
(Part 1)

by Andrew G. Eggleston Sr.
whitesage12@hotmail.com

Attribute to The Libertarian Enterprise

Welcome to what I am calling the Music of Freedom Series. Each week I will present for your consideration the lyrics to songs that may or may not have been missed by some of you good people of these United States of America. Each song in this series will be focused in some way on our Rights as individuals. I hope you like it.

This week we begin with the appropriate "Freedom of Speech" By ATL (Above the Law)

(Note not to be distributed for any reason without full copyright acknowledgement as seen in appropriate tags under each section.)

[KMG the Illustrator speaking]

Yo', what's happenin', man?
Yo', they tryin' to come down on the ATL when we speak.
They say we on a negative tip.
What's up?

[Cold 187um rhyming][KMG the Illustrator in parenthesis]

Now I'ma kick a way-out style that's smoother than usual
It's from Above The Law, so see, it's crucial
Hype beats are kickin' and rippin', yo', with a funky touch
It's done the Ruthless way, some say it's too much
D-o-p-e, please don't misdefine it
That's the way that I live and, that's the style of my rhyme
That's on time, just like your watch keeps tickin'
(KMG) on my side, so that my knowledge keeps stickin'
Now what's really known as a radio cut?
When you can's say (shit) and you can't say (fuck)
I really think you wanna hear it
But the radio stations, you see, they still gonna fear it
Yo', I thought this country was based upon freedom of speech
Freedom of press, freedom of your own religion
To make your own decision, now that's baloney
Cause if I gotta play by your rules, I'm bein' phony
Yo', I got to cater to this person or that person
I got to rhyme for the white or the black person?
Why can't it all be equal?
Music is a universal language for all people
I better get off the rebellious tip
Before somebody out there say I'm startin' to slip
I ain't trippin', I'm steadily flowin' and throwin'
Givin' you a dope style
Keepin' me on top of the pile
Cause ATL'll soon take over the nation
And if you don't wanna hear us, well, change the station
Boo! we'll sneak in your mind
Sink in your mind, creep from behind
So fast that you won't have time
To deny a brother that's from the streets
Tryin to teach, hopin to reach
Yo, 187's not one that's known to preach
But I wish for each, to have freedom of speech

[Unknown Male spoken verse]

(Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press)

They'll milk you to make it understood
They make it go, so that it taste real good
To you, so see, you fall right in it
Your minds are small, they feed you like infants, like children

They'll bring you along
They say we're wrong for makin' a rap song
But ATL'll hit you straight up jam after jam
Long as we say what we want, make our stamps, we don't give a damn
Those that wanna sell out need to get the fuck out the business
Cause they ain't doin' nothin' but bluffin'
Me, I get wild every rhyme I release
Whether I talk about violence or talk about peace
Cause violence is somethin' that happens in society
When people are livin' low and don't know where they can go
But peace, I think we all want peace
But it's too much to face, and it's too far to reach
Whether I say my rhymes fast, slow, sloppy or neat
See, I wish when I'm doin', to have freedom of speech

[Unknown Male spoken verse]
(Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press)

Now if they ban me, I don't give a fuck
Chalk it up as experience (yeah, bad luck)
Because I'm ballin' with Laylaw's clout
And if he say that it stays, the shit comes out
Cause in the early days when rap first began
Some fool jumped up and said it soon would end
But nowadays

I hear song after song
And it proved to me that the fool was wrong
So yo', cut the bullshit, all set aside it's time for the people to realize
About the things that happen in the ghetto which those try to hide
When they know we just strive to survive
(The homie said he'd have a job, if you'd give him a break)
But when he gets it (he goes by the other man's ways)
Now see, there's just one more thing I have to talk about
'bout how they say rap music is turn the kids out
You got to give your child credit for what he can do
Plus the way that they're raised are really up to you
Rap music, a form of literature
Words and verbs and adjectives
Painted up like a picture
Yo', it's gonna hitcha, yo', it's gonna getcha
And when I'm all finished up, it's gonna fitcha
(Hittin' the nation) station to station (heavy rotation)
So strong that it's keepin' the pacein', and we will speak out on any situation
But while we're doin'
Yo', we gotta' have freedom of speech

[KMG the Illustrator speaking]
Yeah—see, that's how we had to do that
Yo', I gotta give it up to all my homeboys that got freedom of speech
Yo', Cold 187
Ice Cube
MC Ren
The deadly Dr. Dre
Eazy-E
The G-o M-a-c-k
Total K-Oss house-n-thangs
Ruthless in the muthafuckin' house
Yo', to my homie D.O.C.
And Laylaw with the clout.
And we out [repeating fade-out]


Songwriters: Brown, James; Goodman, Larry; Hutchison, Gregory

© 1990 Crid Music, Inc., administered by Unichappell Music Inc. (BMI)/Dallarz II Sense Muzick (BMI)/Ruthless Attack Muzick (ASCAP) Courtesy of Ruthless/CBS Records, Music Licensing Department—From "Pump Up The Volume" (Original Soundtrack)

Part of the post-N.W.A explosion of California gangsta rap, Above the Law came out of the eastern Los Angeles suburb of Pomona; leader Cold 187um, aka Big Hutch (born Gregory Hutchinson), was joined by KMG the Illustrator (born Kevin Dulley), Go Mack (born Arthur Goodman), and DJ Total K-Oss (born Anthony Stewart). Mixing '70s vintage funk and soul samples with live instrumentation (Hutchinson had studied jazz while in school), the group signed with Eazy-E's Ruthless Records and issued their debut album, Livin' Like Hustlers, in 1990; split into violence- and sex-themed sides, it was co-produced by Dr. Dre (prior to N.W.A's rancorous breakup) and received well in gangsta circles.

© All Media Guide, LLC.

Submitted by Andrew G. Eggleston Sr.


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