Still Ain't Free - MC Ren

Who that nigga you can call to spit some shit?

And ain’t scared of the government, you niggas loving it

We spread out, in different positions

Trying to break these motherfuckers outta prison

Listen, Mayday on the front line

Nigga we G’s up in the game, we bust until we flatline

Then they want my black ass to rock the vote

They want as many niggas they can to fill the boat

But these house niggas, go fight in Iraq

Crying to they mamma, now, they wanna come back

Shouldn’t took your black ass in the service

And fuck if I make you nervous

I’m a Speaking Black Revolutionary, that’s my title

While these stupid niggas wanna be American Idols

Still ride for the streets, since day one

We rough with ours, homie straight outta Compton

Niggas still ain’t free

In the streets or in the penitentiaries

Niggas dyin' all over the world

America killin' all over the world

Niggas in the street gotta kill to eat

Can’t trust the bitch, keep your heat

Shit is fucked up all over the world

No matter where you go, it’s all over the world

It’s all over the world

Who the niggas sayin' fuck the police on every song?

Free speech your bitch is raised my pitch

Get these niggas excited, then indicted

Get that swisher outta my pocket, roll it and light it

My mothafuckin' phone’s tapped

F.B.I.

ain’t stopped fuckin' with me since Eazy

Y’all know, when your black ass speak out

They’re followin' the nigga, route for route

Want 'Ren to come bow down, be thier puppet

But not in Compton, we just yell fuck it

See, y’all want that American Dream

But you gotta sleep to dream, rub your ass clean

We’re real niggas won’t settle for shit

Keep bustin' and cussin' at the government

Nigga this the Villain, y’all know about me

We bust back, you niggas can’t fuck with that

World wide vendetta, this reparations above cheddar

We got to fuck and get it together

So each one teach one for the struggle

Being black in America is some shit to juggle

They won’t give mothafuckers a job

They wanna throw you in the Pen' when you forced to rob

But the Villain is back, with the black Panther of rap

Paris my nigga, you other fools never got bigger

I make this whole system quiver

With the street shit, I’ma deliver, from my villa

Here I go again scarin' people to death

America hold your breath, we the last left

They still got my black ass on the bottom

You mothafuckers in the jury, that’s why I shot them

I shot down one, to get away from two

Now tell me what the fuck I’ma suppose to do?

Yeah, MC mothafuckin' Ren

With my nigga Paris, Guerrilla Funk, out