Free Nation Rebel Soldier

[Intro] You made a good choice B This is that raw right here B This isn't that bullshit niggas play with You know what I'm saying? This is that real raw raw right here dude You made a good choice man [Verse 1: Mick Jenkins] Start the steamer We steaming the marijuana Like spark plugs for the conversation Free Nation Rebels a compilation of real niggas Field niggas, don't you let us off the chain Cause we plotting, I'm just writing Fingers bleeding like I'm picking cotton Fresh jazz, but I spit it rotten Put vendettas in the letters for the mail But I'm picking Stockton Fuck your stocks, I'm a bigger option Fuck your couch, you a opp In my socks, we can get it popping Get the picture, we don't do the cropping Clean floor, we don't do no mopping Fuck you thought it was Niggas talk, we don't make them stop Cuz we often too busy with debacles To worry about the debauchery, oh All saints is the brand of the scarf Got caught up with a case Nigga handcuffed with a narc I ain't never preaching above you Just telling you about the struggle Cause the flash ain't never going to bring the light to the dark It's all good Like the kush I been puffing with this ginger ale This world cold but it's nothing if you been in hell I tell them patience isn't hard when you been in jail Ready for the war, nigga, Tom Clancy, Splinter Cell Since they whooped Emmett Till shit done been real Billy with the wood club and sword with the pencil Use a stencil And probably still couldn't trace Sean Puffing up pepper spray And they say I'm spitting mace Back in '96 When Patti Mayonnaise was a bad bitch and Hip hop was still full of classics Not a bunch of trees Just a bunch of truth and the fruit be the leaves Nigga let me see your roots Homie stay grounded Don't let them flies turn your hopes into hurt Cause the highs just like holes in a skirt Fam I never chase it How you talk shit, you never taste it? I see through the lies like I had Lasik I'm never basic Face it You niggas faking You need a face lift I see the makeup, the whips, chains, and the bracelets And that don't mean a damn thing to me No that don't mean a damn thing to Free You talking truth you better bring the trees You talking truth you better bring the trees You better get to know me I move in silence like I'm with Shinobi Need a shooter, better get a Kobe You want to wrestle with these words then I'm Mick Foley This Trees and Truths but I've been killing them since Killing Them Softly [Hook] I thought I told you Free Nation Rebel Soldier I got love for all of my niggas Scream make money money take money money, what Make money money take money money, what I got love for all of my niggas Scream make money money take money money, what Make money money take money money, what Free Nation in the place to be tonight (x4) Now put your hands up (x4) I got love for all of my niggas Free Nation Rebel Soldier Free Nation Rebel Soldier