Free Nation Rebel Soldier lyrics

[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

AllSaints 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

• Artist:Mick Jenkins
• Album:Trees & Truths (2013)