[00:00.000] 作词 : Marley Marl, MC Shan
[00:20.726]M.C. Shan's what I'm called, I stand tall and brave
[00:23.955]And me and Marley Marl is as close as a shave
[00:26.123]My rhymes lock jaw like a pitbull bite
[00:28.561]Suckers always try to sleep on me cause I look light
[00:30.991]See, a lotta wack rappers try to rack their brains
[00:33.455]To feel a style of MC, come on, break these chains
[00:35.884]Speak now or hold your peace when I decide to pass this
[00:38.569]But every rhyme you ever had could never surpass this
[00:40.862]If rhymes were food, the main source for livin
[00:43.275]You would swear that every line of my rhyme was Thanksgiving
[00:45.739]I don't bite styles, weak rhymes, I don't need em
[00:48.288]Stop jockin me, boy - give me my freedom
[00:50.871]I wanna break away clean, I mean virtually spotless
[01:02.888]And all year long I been schemin and plottin this
[01:05.560]If beats were cakes, then my rhymes'd get frosted
[01:07.979]This is '88 and I still ain't lost it
[01:10.302]For all of those who still got a doubt in their mind
[01:12.844]There ain't a rapper livin bad enough to take mine
[01:15.495]There ain't no studio-illusion and no scratch-syncin
[01:17.764]Stop - if that's what you're thinkin
[01:20.410]Write rhymes simultaneously, say em in pairs
[01:22.732]And I would hate to have a rapper proclaim they're theirs
[01:25.076]Instead in comin in a limo, bring a casket and hearse
[01:27.530]Before we speak we'll hear the preacher from the deacon first
[01:30.083]We won't be gathered that day to unite no couple up
[01:32.936]Marley, are we gettin this on tape? (Yup)
[01:34.903]All you dirty low-down better slow down faster
[01:37.383]Your technique isn't good enough to hang with the master
[01:39.806]I don't bite styles, weak rhymes, I dont need em
[01:42.403]Stop jockin me, boy
[01:43.308]Jockin me, son
[01:44.719]Jockin me, punk
[01:45.558]Jockin me, kid
[01:46.443]Give me my
[01:47.546]Give me my
[01:48.648]Give me my freedom
[01:50.157]I'm the opposite of what you say a slob is
[01:57.270]Dumpin suckers off is exactly what my job is
[01:59.715]I'm feared like Napoleon and blessed like Buddah
[02:02.223]You couldn't face me solo, you'd have to bring your crew to
[02:04.587]Dump me off, I don't recollect the mumble
[02:07.106]I ain't soft, homeboy, and picture me crumble
[02:09.613]And forget all of those that don't like my rap
[02:11.884]I don't be kickin that old shooby-dooby-doo-wop crap
[02:14.415]Rappers often brag about their bitin deejay
[02:16.791]But they can't do Marley nothin, no how, so hey
[02:19.303]It's clear to the ear what I'm sayin, son
[02:21.735]That's why we feel like slaves on the freedom run
[02:24.200]And each and every time a wack rapper walks by me
[02:27.182]His head starts singin: Come on and fly me...
[02:30.995]I don't bite styles, weak rhymes, I don't need em
[02:34.209]Stop jockin me, boy
[02:35.489]Jockin me, son
[02:36.406]Jockin me, punk
[02:37.338]Jockin me, kid
[02:38.270]Give me my freedom
[02:50.744]We can do this like Brutus, I'm not mad, I'm pissed
[02:56.375]This parade of mine I doubt that you can rain on this
[02:58.705]You couldn't place my rhymes amongst mortal men
[03:01.148]When I be rhymin on beats that set the hip-hop trend
[03:03.663]I will always exist because I'm bein preserved
[03:06.010]Don't agree to set me free, then you gotta be served
[03:08.542]I earned a name amongst society as lyrically ill
[03:11.029]But yet I'm loyal, see, cause Marley hooks the beat up still
[03:13.452]There's no way that you could say there's a day I'd fess
[03:15.706]Hamana-hamana-nothin, you can kill that mess
[03:18.383]My rhymes are ruthless, no heart, and totally wretched
[03:20.996]And if they was to fall down, then the beats would catch it
[03:23.406]I don't bite styles, weak rhymes, I don't need em
[03:25.951]Stop jockin me, boy
[03:27.234]Jockin me, son
[03:28.115]Jockin me, punk
[03:29.005]Jockin me, kid
[03:29.929]Give me my
[03:31.113]Give me my
[03:32.402]Give me my freedom
[03:47.975]Give me my freedom or not
[03:51.360]I DON'T GIVE A F-
[03:52.795]You don't wanna play this?
[03:55.065]Suck my -
[03:55.809]****** off, mutha******as
[03:57.863]You don't like this?
[03:59.090]I don't give a ******
[03:59.900]Just gimme my mutha****** freedom
[04:01.647]Goddamn!

作词 : Marley Marl, MC Shan
M.C. Shan's what I'm called, I stand tall and brave
And me and Marley Marl is as close as a shave
My rhymes lock jaw like a pitbull bite
Suckers always try to sleep on me cause I look light
See, a lotta wack rappers try to rack their brains
To feel a style of MC, come on, break these chains
Speak now or hold your peace when I decide to pass this
But every rhyme you ever had could never surpass this
If rhymes were food, the main source for livin
You would swear that every line of my rhyme was Thanksgiving
I don't bite styles, weak rhymes, I don't need em
Stop jockin me, boy - give me my freedom
I wanna break away clean, I mean virtually spotless
And all year long I been schemin and plottin this
If beats were cakes, then my rhymes'd get frosted
This is '88 and I still ain't lost it
For all of those who still got a doubt in their mind
There ain't a rapper livin bad enough to take mine
There ain't no studio-illusion and no scratch-syncin
Stop - if that's what you're thinkin
Write rhymes simultaneously, say em in pairs
And I would hate to have a rapper proclaim they're theirs
Instead in comin in a limo, bring a casket and hearse
Before we speak we'll hear the preacher from the deacon first
We won't be gathered that day to unite no couple up
Marley, are we gettin this on tape? (Yup)
All you dirty low-down better slow down faster
Your technique isn't good enough to hang with the master
I don't bite styles, weak rhymes, I dont need em
Stop jockin me, boy
Jockin me, son
Jockin me, punk
Jockin me, kid
Give me my
Give me my
Give me my freedom
I'm the opposite of what you say a slob is
Dumpin suckers off is exactly what my job is
I'm feared like Napoleon and blessed like Buddah
You couldn't face me solo, you'd have to bring your crew to
Dump me off, I don't recollect the mumble
I ain't soft, homeboy, and picture me crumble
And forget all of those that don't like my rap
I don't be kickin that old shooby-dooby-doo-wop crap
Rappers often brag about their bitin deejay
But they can't do Marley nothin, no how, so hey
It's clear to the ear what I'm sayin, son
That's why we feel like slaves on the freedom run
And each and every time a wack rapper walks by me
His head starts singin: Come on and fly me...
I don't bite styles, weak rhymes, I don't need em
Stop jockin me, boy
Jockin me, son
Jockin me, punk
Jockin me, kid
Give me my freedom
We can do this like Brutus, I'm not mad, I'm pissed
This parade of mine I doubt that you can rain on this
You couldn't place my rhymes amongst mortal men
When I be rhymin on beats that set the hip-hop trend
I will always exist because I'm bein preserved
Don't agree to set me free, then you gotta be served
I earned a name amongst society as lyrically ill
But yet I'm loyal, see, cause Marley hooks the beat up still
There's no way that you could say there's a day I'd fess
Hamana-hamana-nothin, you can kill that mess
My rhymes are ruthless, no heart, and totally wretched
And if they was to fall down, then the beats would catch it
I don't bite styles, weak rhymes, I don't need em
Stop jockin me, boy
Jockin me, son
Jockin me, punk
Jockin me, kid
Give me my
Give me my
Give me my freedom
Give me my freedom or not
I DON'T GIVE A F-
You don't wanna play this?
Suck my -
****** off, mutha******as
You don't like this?
I don't give a ******
Just gimme my mutha****** freedom
Goddamn!