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Gabin (Gabin) · Freedom (Trance Freedom) (Stephan Maria) · Life Death Love and Freedom/Life Death Live and Freedom (John Mellencamp) · Freedom's Child (Billy Joe Shaver) · Chimes of Freedom: The Songs of Bob Dylan (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Freedom Together! (Jaki Byard) · Philadelphia Freedom (MFSB) · Chastisement/Freedom Express (The Last Poets) · Freedom Flight (Shuggie Otis) · The Freedom Spark [Bonus Tracks] (Larrikin Love) – and 90 other albums »


that money on big colleges
Still most of y'all come out confused

Go ahead, Mr. Wendal 

Mr. Wendal has freedom
A free that you and I think is dumb
that money on big colleges
Still most of y'all come out confused

Go ahead, Mr. Wendal 

Mr. Wendal has freedom
A free that you and I think is dumb
Back in the tomb, Lucy is sitting on the floor
I am, I am standing by the door

The door to freedom the door that I shut so close
And as I take
spend all their money on big colleges, 
Still most of yaw'll come out confused, go ahead, Mr. Wendal.
Go ahead, Mr. Wendal.
 
Mr. Wendal has freedom
Mr President, you don't know my name, 
 But you could find it if you really cared, 
 Because I pay my taxes and I pay my dues, 
 All I ask for in
done by Mr. Zappa that I think are unfair to our country.

I think, from the beginning, to say that this is going to be balanced, when he has this
freedom
Or is it the bars on your prison?
Are you gagged by your ribbons?
Are you really exclusive or just miserly?
You spend every sentence as if it
freedom
Or is it the bars on your prison?
Are you gagged by your ribbons?
Are you really exclusive or just miserly?
You spend every sentence as if it
Another speaker was Mr Enoch Powell who was sacked from the shadow cabinet earlier this year, for his extreme and publicly stated views
Oh, he listens to the countdown, every Sunday morning
From a cold solitary prison cell
And the music from his radio is like freedom down a dirt toad
of Heaven and Hell
And many frightening things
Politicians say “One more war
And the bells of freedom will start to ring”
Those stories you told by
To earn a coin for his mother, and hoping
That freedom will lead her away

Mr. Cadillac Blood: Dear little friend
I've heard your story
Please take my
that all the possibilities for freedom,
Could just sway your first decision to subject them all to oblivion.

And do you feel your life is threatened
innocent
I can, I can get you right
Me and my homie, endorphins are air tight
Pleasure's what I swear by
My one code there's no code
Do what thou will
slow, watching for the federals
Shoot, how can I forget, we had a half an ounce of shrooms

That's when the sheriff car came riding by
We wasn't
that way
It's gotta be that way

Now we can't judge what we've got
By the people living next door
Even though Mr. Jones makes
Ooh and he has a whole lot
all the possibilities for freedom,
Could just sway your first decision to subject them all to oblivion

And do you feel your life is threatened by
you been?"
Where you been? You understand?
That's about the size of it

This for the streets, the streets everywhere
The streets affected by
you been? You understand?
That's about the size of it

This for the streets, the streets everywhere
The streets affected by the storm called... America
this means war
100% uncut raw
Fuck limited freedom, nigga we want more
The machine is corrupted down to the core
Rebel army, muthafucka!
This means
lady luck will hear my wish's
Instead of treatin me like a stranger
And Mr.Death plucks my people one by one
It's a cold world, and i'm one of the last
{"Testify!"} 

[Styles P:] 
Time I testify, listen 
Why Malcolm get killed by the N.O.I.? 
I'm yellow but I'm dark for real 
And why nobody flip when
Here we go! (Run DMC) 4x

{Culture Freedom}
Mr. Culture Freedom with the crazy ill style
Making everybody want to get buckwild!
Hitting all the suckers
peace
Would you forgive me lord, (We'll never get freedom) if I killed that man
Nigga bust your gun, nigga motherfuck peace
Would you forgive me lord, (My
Mr. Christian, you was too spooky
Now Bush want to slave, and Russia want to nuke me
And the most you can tell me is love thy enemy?
Stay off