[ VERSE 1 ] 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 [ VERSE 2 ] I want to 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 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 [ VERSE 3 ] 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 [ VERSE 4 ] 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 want to play this? Suck my - Fuck off, muthafuckas You don't like this? I don't give a fuck Just gimme my muthafuckin freedom Goddamn!