It's been another half a year,
give or take
A century, new grooves, same identity
Double dutch, plus three, plus two, plus
Anybody that'll come at you,
exodus of the
state
Separated, but tell it, you can relate
Emotion can make a ocean out of a lake
Give me a break, nigga, please
You can't freestyle,
at least have something to say
I pray that I don't go to church
I pray to practice hip -hop
Up in the top,
I submerge in the tunnels and canals
To give you something else, but the guns,
the clap and the money, that smells
Bursting up from the ground to the surface
This is for him and her,
who searches beyond the ring
Of murders and conspiracies
All I can do is hope that you'll hear me
You and me got to be free
You and me got to be free
You and me got to be free
You and me got to be free
You and me got to be free
You and me got to be free
Yo, I am hovering over all
forms of government
I'm the
Mac and I'm loving it
Lowly, prominent,
internationally promising
Whack -ass crackheads,
come and get your punishment
Equally natural and astonishing
It's flabbergasting,
it's everlasting, like
Lonny
Land
Pops never dropped the line for me,
but he would if I asked him
Even if it was the last stand,
to pass in the darkness of the promised land
Heaven on earth, for the honest man
Up on this jam, a rhyme is a sign of a vital life
I wonder what do
L -A -10's idols would like
You and me got to be free
You and me got to be free
You and me got to be free
You and me got to be free!
You and me got to be free