We need to free our minds//
We really need to free our minds//
We need to free our minds//
We really need to free our minds//

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I need, liberty//
In my mind, cuz I’m so blind//
Sweet, liberty//
Inside, inside my mind//

Stupidity is like a Necklace//
Some are so Heavy it could leave a man Neckless//
Ichabod Crane Style, my Mind is Brighter than that Chain that they Wearing//
And I'm Lighter than that Flame in their Brain that they're Bearing//
But they don't get it, they act like they know//
They're Slower than the Coming of the Rapture – Whoa!//
So, maybe one day they gonna Come Around//
The day they Smarten Up, that’s when I’ll Dumb it Down//
……As insane as it sounds//
I can Make it Rain cuz my Brain’s in the Clouds//
Dropping Knowledge when I Brainstorm, do it just because//
Suggest you build an Ark, cuz I’ma make it Flood//
But I will not Drown, nickname me, Noah//
Because I Noah Lot, Noah Little, Noah Way//
To keep my eyes Stuck to the Books like they were Fly Paper//
The Building of Knowledge – call it Skyscraper//

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Cuz the fact is//
Many of us had more Backs Turn on Us than a Mattress//
Whoa! Such a Cold World where the Cold Shoulders rule//
Cuz they look so Cool//
Shades on their Face, so their souls can hide//
Cuz the Window to the soul can be found in the Eyes; Don’t Look….Surprised//
Why? Cuz that’s an element of joy//
And if joy is life, some of us would rather die//
They say Freedom aint Free, so what’s the Cost?//
And why is freedom attributed to the lives we lost?//
America’s the Home of the Slaves//
And you might disagree, but this Home is a Grave//
For the Dead Men Walking, moaning and groaning in pain//
Some revolt, some are hoping for Change//
Not Dead Presidents to represent the residents//
Freedom is for Sale, your Oppressors make it evident//

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I have the mind of a perfectionist//
A Heart like Goku’s, my Power Level’s Equal to the U.S. Deficit//
…14 Trillion that’s the estimate//
And it’s still Growing, and it Don’t Stop like Run-On Sentences//
I can give 10 Percent//
Of what I got, and it wouldn't feel like I Spent a Cent//
Knowledge is power, power is freedom//
Our minds are enslaved cuz nobody Freed Em//
But if freedom aint free, then what’s the cost?//
Of that Chain called Stupidity that’s often Flossed//
America’s the Home of the Slaves//
And you might disagree, but this Home is a Grave//
For the Ichabod Cranes with the Shades on their Face//
In this Cold World, where Stupidity’s a Chain, and it’s so Icy//
Pricey; I used to be Blinded, but now I See//

Chorus:

We need to free our minds//
We really need to free our minds//
We need to free our minds//
We really need to free our minds//