[Verse 1]  
 It's 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 it  
 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 wanna 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 it 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 dont 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