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Mick Jenkins - Free Nation Rebel Soldier lyrics

[Intro]
You made a good choice B
This is that raw right here B
This isn't that bullsh** n***as 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 n***as
Field n***as, 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
f** your stocks, I'm a bigger option
f** 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
f** you thought it was
n***as 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
n***a 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, n***a, Tom Clancy, Splinter Cell
Since they whooped Emmett Till sh** done been real
Billy with the wood club and sword with the pencil
Use a stencil
And probably still couldn't trace Sean
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Puffing up pepper spray
And they say I'm spitting mace
Back in '96
When Patti Mayonnaise was a bad b**h and
Hip hop was still full of cla**ics
Not a bunch of trees
Just a bunch of truth and the fruit be the leaves
n***a 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 sh**, you never taste it?
I see through the lies like I had Lasik
I'm never basic
Face it
You n***as 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 k**ing them since k**ing Them Softly

[Hook]
I thought I told you
Free Nation Rebel Soldier
I got love for all of my n***as
Scream make money money take money money, what
Make money money take money money, what
I got love for all of my n***as
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 n***as
Free Nation Rebel Soldier
Free Nation Rebel Soldier

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