A13: The F is Free (1:59)
(To be free is easy)
Please sir, me first, free verse but perfectly metered/But grr it surges the hunger it stirs the soul to wander/My nerve must’ve burst cos I’m twitching so much/These cuffs ‘n’ these gloves can only just about halfway shut/Five fifths of the time I rap more raw than 10 tenths of these commercialized historicized MC’s who attempt to appear victimized/While 50 percent of my rhymes release twice as fast as 100 percent of yrs
While the other half is still being conceived but I insure it’s at least an additional one third more preferred to anything you’ve yet heard me spit on fools hung on a word/Necks broken looking skyward like it’s not superman or a bird/But an airplane crashed ‘n’ burned so you better hole up/Cos they aren’t looking for yr body when the authorities roll up/They’re stealing evidence, circumstances dictate that yer stuck/You gonna report to the ones who extort you? They’ll laugh when say the jig is up/While these banking interests are making you dance like they pulling the strings/Brings you to reality, the fountain of youth is their own private springs/They ain’t gonna share it with us, but I don’t really care for it much/It’s just a sickness, a gash that’s not getting stitched up/Rebelling in the spirit tho the flesh is melted to a tree, that’s release/But I still mean it, we can easily be mentally free/Pile up the idols and we’ll set them on fire/Cos I could care less about them what they meant to the past to me it’s just broken vinyl/Sidle past the silo, solo mission to disarm them/Or just graffiti on the missile “with love from nsftm”/It won’t burn a hole in a retina, actually on the whole I bet you/It will net you dollars but also hollers while those who disrespect you will Boo you like Radley for rapping so badly/& sadly you cant see what’s hiding behind me/An army? No, indeed, just a shadow of what I used to be/& that’s enough to keep pumping the beats from inside these dungeons, number crunching, all coming zeros no ones/It’s getting hairy binary merry go round ‘n’ round them/It’s simple mathematics, integrated equally/It’s easy to let them catch you, but if you want it free, the free is free