You ain't gotta like it; I'm goin' for mine
I pimp the system while you hoin' for swine
Defyin' stereotypes; I'm wary of life
Don't get in my way; I'm far too scary to fight
Yo, I'm firin' away on all of my cylinders
They don't like that, so now I'm a prisoner
All dissent is quickly met with the Ban Axe
They get panic attacks and need Xanax
I'm nothin' if not a musical activist
So if I see shit wrong, I'ma have to diss
F*ck this era of so-called "tolerance"
Stop tryna correct my politics!
When I speak truth, they sweat and perspire
Freedom of speech? Whoever said is a liar
Talk shit and get slapped wit' "anti-Semitic"?
Damn, goddamn; what a handy politic
The self-censorship is Orwellian
I'm not buyin' the shit that you're sellin' and
I don't give a damn; you can call it "apathetic"
Whatever the case, you'll never be Zappa's headache
Who you supposed to be?!
(MC Zappa!)
Who you supposed to be?!
(MC Zappa!)
Who you supposed to be?!
(MC Zappa!)
Who you supposed to be?!
(MC Zappa!)
Par for the course; I set the precedent
I let 'em know what's up, so they expectin' it
Word is bond; I refuse to be silent
So speakin' truth is the use of the rhymes I spit
They claim black men are rapists
But America f*cks us every day, and we take it
Bang bang; they killin' more black boys
When we protest, they tell us to kill that noise
After 400 years, they never heard the black
They be killin' us softly, like Roberta Flack
Mentally shacklin' us was a clever ruse
And we might get hit, but we'll never bruise!
This might strike some as unusual, but yo
I don't require your approval
To keep it real in a town that rewards the fakes
And use all the breaks to destroy the snakes
Most are clamorin' to join the mainstream
But I reject the principle, and still make cream
I know my soul like the back of my hand
And while others will prostrate, Zappa will stand
Bitin' my tongue ain't the M-O-V-E
So you can rest assured, that they gon' see me
And I'll continue to offend you...
You ain't gotta like it
Who you supposed to be?!
(MC Zappa!)
Who you supposed to be?!
(MC Zappa!)
Who you supposed to be?!
(MC Zappa!)
Who you supposed to be?!
(MC Zappa!)
MC Zappa - You Ain't Gotta Like It Lyrics
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You ain't gotta like it; I'm goin' for mine
I pimp the system while you hoin' for swine
Defyin' stereotypes; I'm wary of life
Don't get in my way; I'm far too scary to fight
Yo, I'm firin' away on all of my cylinders
They don't like that, so now I'm a prisoner
All dissent is quickly met with the Ban Axe
They get panic attacks and need Xanax
I'm nothin' if not a musical activist
So if I see shit wrong, I'ma have to diss
F*ck this era of so-called "tolerance"
Stop tryna correct my politics!
When I speak truth, they sweat and perspire
Freedom of speech? Whoever said is a liar
Talk shit and get slapped wit' "anti-Semitic"?
Damn, goddamn; what a handy politic
The self-censorship is Orwellian
I'm not buyin' the shit that you're sellin' and
I don't give a damn; you can call it "apathetic"
Whatever the case, you'll never be Zappa's headache
Who you supposed to be?!
(MC Zappa!)
Who you supposed to be?!
(MC Zappa!)
Who you supposed to be?!
(MC Zappa!)
Who you supposed to be?!
(MC Zappa!)
Par for the course; I set the precedent
I let 'em know what's up, so they expectin' it
Word is bond; I refuse to be silent
So speakin' truth is the use of the rhymes I spit
They claim black men are rapists
But America f*cks us every day, and we take it
Bang bang; they killin' more black boys
When we protest, they tell us to kill that noise
After 400 years, they never heard the black
They be killin' us softly, like Roberta Flack
Mentally shacklin' us was a clever ruse
And we might get hit, but we'll never bruise!
This might strike some as unusual, but yo
I don't require your approval
To keep it real in a town that rewards the fakes
And use all the breaks to destroy the snakes
Most are clamorin' to join the mainstream
But I reject the principle, and still make cream
I know my soul like the back of my hand
And while others will prostrate, Zappa will stand
Bitin' my tongue ain't the M-O-V-E
So you can rest assured, that they gon' see me
And I'll continue to offend you...
You ain't gotta like it
Who you supposed to be?!
(MC Zappa!)
Who you supposed to be?!
(MC Zappa!)
Who you supposed to be?!
(MC Zappa!)
Who you supposed to be?!
(MC Zappa!)
I pimp the system while you hoin' for swine
Defyin' stereotypes; I'm wary of life
Don't get in my way; I'm far too scary to fight
Yo, I'm firin' away on all of my cylinders
They don't like that, so now I'm a prisoner
All dissent is quickly met with the Ban Axe
They get panic attacks and need Xanax
I'm nothin' if not a musical activist
So if I see shit wrong, I'ma have to diss
F*ck this era of so-called "tolerance"
Stop tryna correct my politics!
When I speak truth, they sweat and perspire
Freedom of speech? Whoever said is a liar
Talk shit and get slapped wit' "anti-Semitic"?
Damn, goddamn; what a handy politic
The self-censorship is Orwellian
I'm not buyin' the shit that you're sellin' and
I don't give a damn; you can call it "apathetic"
Whatever the case, you'll never be Zappa's headache
Who you supposed to be?!
(MC Zappa!)
Who you supposed to be?!
(MC Zappa!)
Who you supposed to be?!
(MC Zappa!)
Who you supposed to be?!
(MC Zappa!)
Par for the course; I set the precedent
I let 'em know what's up, so they expectin' it
Word is bond; I refuse to be silent
So speakin' truth is the use of the rhymes I spit
They claim black men are rapists
But America f*cks us every day, and we take it
Bang bang; they killin' more black boys
When we protest, they tell us to kill that noise
After 400 years, they never heard the black
They be killin' us softly, like Roberta Flack
Mentally shacklin' us was a clever ruse
And we might get hit, but we'll never bruise!
This might strike some as unusual, but yo
I don't require your approval
To keep it real in a town that rewards the fakes
And use all the breaks to destroy the snakes
Most are clamorin' to join the mainstream
But I reject the principle, and still make cream
I know my soul like the back of my hand
And while others will prostrate, Zappa will stand
Bitin' my tongue ain't the M-O-V-E
So you can rest assured, that they gon' see me
And I'll continue to offend you...
You ain't gotta like it
Who you supposed to be?!
(MC Zappa!)
Who you supposed to be?!
(MC Zappa!)
Who you supposed to be?!
(MC Zappa!)
Who you supposed to be?!
(MC Zappa!)
Writer: Elyjah McKoy
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid