Freedom Of Speech

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Eh yo, I'm blessed with all kind of acronyms
Shoot a nigga in broad day, get back in the Benz
Lazy chair with the [?]
Petting my bulldog, good work Spike, burn [?]
Industry soft as it ever been
Niggas is lost, controling the sauce, me and my benevolence
Weather a Nic game or up in the wing
We grossing elegance, phones tapped, speak entelligents
They say shit and ain’t ever made it yet
But we here now
Millions in the safe, tell [?] here
In the city if they need it nigga, hood legends is here
Come through, meet a nigga
Spending money, fucking bunnys hop in
Check the [?]
He gon blow your friend
Only us real G's who generate
He gon take it in blood, [?] gravy

[Verse 2: Papoose]
You don't rock like me
You don’t wear the crown in the melting pot like me
I show the fans what they not gon see
When they shot Sean Bell, you wouldn't make 50 shots like me
You ain't build with Faragon in the [?] like me
You ain't march with Al Sharptin, 50 blocks like me
Sean, Black Rob, Wayne, P got like three
Beanie Sigel, C Murder, hip hop not free
I unlock that key
You ain't make [?] the industry [?] hip hop cops like me
You ain't creat a law [?] like me
Cause you don't rob for your homies when they locked like me
You try to blackball artists, cause you not no G
Like you did [?], when he popped on [?]
In interviews, you don't go in on the spot like me
And freestyle, cause you not hip hop like me

[Verse 3: Saigon]
[?] get your head discombobulated
I take the raiser and lace your face with the star of David
And if you make it to the hospital, they try to save it
I’m gon have to come bye, [?] operate it
I fell back from the game, real populated
But it was wack, so I started [?] oblegated
To come back and attack rappers that lack substance
That’d be everyone of these wack motherfuckers
If I name all of the niggas with weak bars
My verse would be like ten times as long as Kendrick Lamar's
[?]
[?]
Them homies would probably would’ve got no placks at all
Probably have some niggas ready to [?]
When we was in the third grade playing basketball
[?] you done lost your mind
Homie mama [?] I been trying to find
Motherfucker