You Don’t Own Me

[Tones]

Fuck the FCC y'all don't own me
And I'll never be a puppet so you can't control me
Fuck the FCC tryna ban my verse
Tell me what exactly it is that makes them bad words
Fuck the FCC over with them seeing curses
You'll never hear Bad Karma spit a clean version
Fuck the FCC staying against who you remember
What gives y'all the right to decide what's censored
The media conspires on the low telling lies
And you never find truth on new show televised
Meanwhile they stay trying to breed kids it's worthless
Growing up knowing nothing with their v-chips inserted
Realize the way that hell captive is subtle
Til your children all clones trapped in a bundle
Payed attention in school but didn't believe what they teached
Was a victim of the system without freedom of speech
So fuck the FCC I keep saying the same thing
Cuz nowadays even video games got a rating
Fuck the FCC for the youth they waste
Tryna block images and the way we communicate
Fuck the FCC tryna make us their slaves
Where mind control broadcast across the airwaves
Fuck the FCC, corrupted the power to learn
I refuse to conform, I do it my way like Howard Stern..cuz

"You don't own me, I'm not just one of your many toys.."

[Coal Cash]

We'll probably outlive the fame, avoid ever senses
So ahead of my time I got on a fax from the Jetsons
The next fresh thing without the help of ??
Could out-muscle Hip-Hop without Funkmaster flexing
Death's recollection of reflections of my statements
A variation of sessions, drop lessons new school to ancient
This ain't patient, this is me running with a chainsaw
You on some off the top, I might just chop part of your brain off
Work the pain off, remain straining on the same course
Train of thought faded, death waiting on the main course
Insane thoughts forced me back to life so I could grasp a mic
Death will never own me, only Christ can claim the master rights
Past the height to strike the industry to burn it instantly
Consistently out-write to fight invisibly vs infantry
Since we're free to be the pinnacle of patriotic
I battle Masonic criminals, subliminal hypnotic
Spit psychotic to split your logic into two halves
The math of the robotic, and the prophets of a true path
But you cast dispersions as the version to potential
Where brainwash is detergent and deterrence for your mental
Insurgents vs the serpent while you're servants in his temple
Observant to the disturbance and perversions you resemble
But all will tremble when God assembles up the righteous
And we return with Christ to stomp the life out of you vipers

"You don't own me, I'm not just one of your many toys.."

[Raze]

Y'all don't own me, attempts to overthrow me meet your death today
Echelon idolizing communications you created by the NSA
In every way they lie, the satellite's eye captures life in the sky
Ride for Christ, shine on mics, dreams scatter til I die
But they'll come alive when my body drops, and they made me empty three
So until then my friend I'm saying fuck the FCC
Fuck the labels and the fables, A&R's that ain't paying you
A word for the truth, you gotta recognize who's training you
I stay with truth cuz that'll never fail
It's heads or tails, not promised tomorrow today that's why I'm set for sail
Drift off of my flows, in trouble go escape the present hell
The devil dwells in each of us and breed the lust
Selfish ways bring helpless days, ask um Raze
Is it in God we trust, these frauds corrupt the school system
Po-9 don't need to bust but they put a few in him as he reached for a Bible in his blue denim
They spew venom and blind eyes through the television
Excellent rhythm like it was given from an MPC
Fuck the bullshit videos they play constantly on MTV
The CFR and Rothschild connected to MBC
For all bitches today they basically say you envy me
Suck a dick don't believe all the hype that exists
But know this the FDA approved of a microchip
I should flip and just start to burst my gun
I don't have to I'll wait for the rapture when the Earth is done

"You don't own me, I'm not just one of your many toys.."

[Tabs]

Smoking a half pound in clothes that were past down
It's apparent there's no challenge from you no talent ass clowns
I drop gems, Godsend to stop your pop trend
Can't contain or force a train of thought, top ends in my tent
You snakes is ??, patronize our way of life
Tryna breach the great divide, taking strides to stay alive
And displace to hate inside, it's where the fakeness hides
Such a hilarious fate to carry the weight til it breaks my spine
But I will ride til the end of this and my song will show the ending
To all my foes defending censorship
The truth hurts, it burns hot and it's got me stating
God is on vacation and Satan is Rupert Murdoch
It's basically plain to see they make this bullshit edible
Through a federal regulate is slavery
We were handed a fatal fate so it's hard to stay awake
And remain sober when a ?? take over and anal rape
But it's already settled, I rep for every rebel
That say fuck the disc jocks that ruined Hip-Hop and Heavy Metal
Petty devils pimping the culture and the long term
I know it's business but this road to riches took a wrong turn
Til my soldiers hears hammer, only the strong survive
As long as I'm alive there'll never be a clear channel
This is meant to redeem and rep strong for my brethren
Cuz my brethren rep me so Lesley sing the song of redemption..and it goes

"You don't own me, I'm not just one of your many toys.."