[Intro]

A-yo Ice, man. I'm working on this term paper for college. What's the

First Amendment?

[Verse 1]


Freedom of Speech, that's some mother$#&@in' bull%#@!
You say the wrong thing, they'll lock your $$# up quick

The FCC says "Profanity - No Airplay"?
They can suck my dick while I take a %#@! all day
Think I give a $#&@ about some silly (*##$ named Gore?

Yo PMRC, here we go, raw
Yo Tip, what's the matter? You ain't gettin' no dick?
You're (*##$in' about rock'n'roll, that's censorship, dumb (*##$

The Constitution says we all got a right to speak
Say what we want Tip, your argument is weak
Censor records, TV, school books too

And who decides what's right to hear? You?
Hey PMRC, you stupid $#&@in' $$#holes
The sticker on the record is what makes 'em sell gold

Can't you see, you alcoholic idiots
The more you try to suppress us, the larger we get


[Verse 2]

[You have the right to remain silent]

$#&@ that right! I want the right to talk
I want the right to speak, I want the right to walk
Where I wanna, yell and I'm gonna

Tell and rebel every time I'm on a
Microphone on the stage cold illin'
The knowledge I drop will be heard by millions

We ain't the problems, we ain't the villains
It's the suckers deprivin' the truth from our children
You can't hide the fact, Jack

There's violence in the streets every day, any fool can recognise that
But you try to lie and lie
And say America's some mother$#&@in' apple pie

Yo, you gotta be high to believe that
You're gonna change the world by a sticker on a record sleeve
Cos once you take away my right to speak

Everybody in the world's up %#@! creek

[Verse 3]


Let me tell you about down south
Where a mother$#&@er might as well not even have a mouth

Columbus, Georgia, said they'd lock me up
If I got on the stage in my show and said "$#&@"
So I thought for a minute and said "No,

I wasn't even gonna do a damned show"
Cos for me to change my words from my rhymes
Is never gonna happen cos there's no sell outs on mine

But I vowed to get those mother$#&@ers one day
They even arrested Bobby Brown and Cool J
Yo, they got their's comin', cos I'm mad and I'm gunnin'

Homeboys, and there's no runnin'
I'm gonna tell you how I feel about you
No bull, no lies, no slack, just straight fact

Columbus, Georgia, you can suck my dick
You ain't nothin' but a piece of $#&@in' %#@! on the damned map


[Verse 4]

Freedom of Speech, let 'em take it from me

Next they'll take it from you, then what you gonna do?
Let 'em censor books, let 'em censor art
PMRC, this is where the witch hunt starts

You'll censor what we see, we read, we hear, we learn
The books will burn
You better think it out

We should be able to say anything, our lungs were meant to shout
Say what we feel, yell out what's real
Even though it may not bring mass appeal

Your opinion is yours, my opinion is mine
If you don't like what I'm sayin'? Fine
But don't close it, always keep an open mind
A man who fails to listen is blind
We only got one right left in the world today

Let me have it or throw The Constitution away

[Outro (Jello Biafra)]

What they're trying to do with radio, with this, uh, McCarron-Walter

Act and a lot of other ways, is start by saying that they're
protecting the public from wicked rock bands, or girlie magazines, or
whatever. But, if you follow the chain of dominoes that falls down,
what they're really trying to do is shut off our access to information
itself.


If they can't do it by law they know there's other ways to do it.