Freedom Of Speech Lyrics - The Iceberg / Freedom Of Speech... Just Watch What You Say - Ice T

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

What's the First Amendment? 

Freedom of Speech, that's some motherfuckin' bullshit 

You say the wrong thing, they'll lock your ass up quick 

The FCC says "Profanity - No Airplay"? 

They can suck my dick while I take a shit all day 

Think I give a fuck about some silly bitch named Gore? 

Yo PMRC, here we go, raw 

Yo Tip, what's the matter? You ain't gettin' no dick? 

You're bitchin' about rock'n'roll, that's censorship, dumb bitch 

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 fuckin' assholes 

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 

[You have the right to remain silent] 

Fuck 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 motherfuckin' 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 shit creek 

Let me tell you about down south 

Where a motherfucker 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 "Fuck" 

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 motherfuckers 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 fuckin' shit on the damned map 

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 

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.