Paris - Freedom ft. Dead Prez

Here Paris returns with his most pointedly-focused and brutal condemnation of the ills of society to date. Waging righteous warfare (hence the title) on all that he perceives as being wrong with the world in this current political climate of manufactured fear and "War on Terror," he covers such issues as the New World Order, the manmade origins of AIDS, military lies and propaganda, police brutality and the embarrassing state that hip hop is currently in. The first single, "What Would You Do?" has already been a lightning-rod for controversy in the United States, garnering coverage from such notable sources as MTV2, The New York Times and MSNBC for its suggestion that the Bush Administration played a key role in orchestrating the terror attacks of September 11, 2001. And it doesn't stop there -- the album also features progressive hip-hop visionaries Dead Prez, Public Enemy and Kam. Add dancehall sensation Capelton to this already impressive lineup and you have a potent molotov cocktail of an album ready to explode. As one of the few remaining artists who can be relied upon to remain consistent with both his content and his dedication to musical quality, this latest effort by Paris will please not only his existing loyal supporters, but should prove to gain him many new listeners as well. _______________________ _______________________ Retour gagnant pour Paris avec ce consistant Sonic Jihad (2003). Toujours en lutte contre le pouvoir en place aux States, et plus particulièrement quand c'est un membre de la famille Bush qui est aux commandes, il balance ce titre avec les frères d'armes Dead Prez. _______________________ _______________________ ---Lyrics--- Freedom, Freedom, Freedom, Freedom This is how we ride and roll - soldier fo life fo' sho Freedom, Freedom, Freedom, Freedom This is how we ride and roll - soldier fo life fo' sho (2x) (Paris) We come back to the days of - grenades up Black fist raised up - we stay rough Come this way cause - the game fucked Can't stay away from - the main stuff still bust when we ride, still game still bust any time, fuck fame still rhyme under pressure, still bangin' still prime, niggas wetcha, still aimin' Still put a fist in - the system Still kill a killa cop, we still win Still be the one to expose the beast (when it's) Still un-American to be for peace (yeah) Revenge is a dish best served with steel If it's on then, lets get it on for real Can't shut us up - cut us down - never regret Fuck Bush, I'ma say it loud - raisin' a fist - we holla (Chorus) (M1 - Dead Prez) RBG'd up, yeah, ready to get freed up Bangin' on the system, ready to turn the heat up Malcolm X cocktail, ready to burn the streets up Holla if ya hear me big homie, it's time to eat somthin' Picture me rollin', me Paris and Chuck D'd up Dickies and white tee'd up, throwin' them O.G.s love Listen up, rule number 1 is no snitchin' Switch up and you gon' have to eat a clip up 'till you hiccup (Stic - Dead Prez) My reality is poverty, police brutality How I came into this revolutionary mentality Comin' up in my hood, it's an everyday thang Niggas is hungry and starvin' that's why niggas bang The O.G.s put me up on the jewels of the game Ain't no wins in the street if you comin' up lame That's why I walk how I walk and I claim what I claim Red, Black to the Green with a gangsta lean (Paris) Rebels at it come again That's why we conspire so you never win Keep it calmer when we ride so you never seein' Niggas aim between the eyes so you never mend Field niggas in the front be the first to bust GuerrillaFunk.com who you gon' trust? With all this talk about the war they forgettin' us Broke schools and abuse made the noose a must Holla black - fuck a pig and these killers wars Around the world every border it's the same story Anywhere that it's color it ain't never peace Africa, South America and Middle East Move in packs bust back at these killa foes Reach first make the heat spurts so he know No blood for the rich - they been exposed Now it's power to the people everywhere I go - and everybody's sayin... (Chorus)